lydia says to audrey : ❝ aren’t you gonna tell me to have a nice day? ❞ ↳ @divneity , you prompts.
every second that passed only cemented the fact that she shouldn’t have left her bed this morning. regret after regret. headache after headache. disaster after disaster. why did bad things happen to good people? was the cause of her misfortune due to the fact that she said no to donating to the needy kids in . . . whichever super sad poverty-stricken country they were rallying for this time. they didn’t have change for a hundred! how was that her fault?
now, as the cherry on top of the melting mess of a sundae, here she was being mistaken for . . . a minimum wage worker. “ uh, excuse you, ” audrey’s brow arches, index finger straight up in the air, “ do i look like i would be caught dead working here? ” or working in general.
