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“– and then she’s all like ‘people have real problems’. Like, are you for fucking real? Ugh.” Devin gestured in the air angrily with her joint, weaving a crazed trail of smoke through the air. She kicked at a rock on the path that ended up being way more solid than it looked and swore loudly, hobbling for a few steps before regaining her normal walking speed. “Watch her run around now acting like this was all my fault. It’s just like fucking high school, I swear. I just can’t get along with blonde women, I’m cursed.” She looked over at Jordan and jabbed the joint in the air towards him. “If this was still high school, you would be dating her.”

After passing the windows of the Rec Room, Devin stopped in her tracks, having caught enough of a glimpse of herself in the reflection that she had to backpedal to get a view on what her vibe was coming across head to toe. Behind her, the sun hung at the perfect height in the sky to turn the windows into mirrors– leaning closer to get a look at her own face, Devin winced. The stress of this whole ‘being claimed’ business was really taking a toll on her skin. Two fingers pressed to one eyebrow, pulling it up to see what she would look like if she tweezed just a liiiiiiittle bit more, her eyes caught on movement behind her and she made direct eye contact with Jordan in the reflection. Within a second her hands were shoved in her pockets and she had spun around, hoping to every power up there he would just pretend he hadn’t seen her like that.

“Hey,” she greeted, caught enough off guard to forget that she was pissed at him. It came back to her after a second and she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the wall beside the window. “Come here just to ditch me again?”