#driolet

“You will not believe what I just found in that little book and DVD marker they randomly set up by Old Town!” Violet commented happily as she reached their spot in the small park. “My very own copy of Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. This is not a drill.” She sat down, suddenly very conscious of her knee letngh dress and how she maneuvered in it. “I brought a big almond milk capuchino, if you wanna share.” She offered, wondering just why she felt awkward about it. Lately she’d been getting weirdly nervous about Drew, and she hated it but didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Andrew, open the door. I’ve got all the ingredients for the vegan sushi idea we had a while back and I had two coffees, we need to try this.” Violet knocked on the door once more, leaning back against the wall and letting the cool air refresh her as she waited for him. “And we can watch the creepy old slashers they’re playing on channel four, they look terrible.”

“We can ditch and get some food soon if you’d like! I just wanna see a little more of the party first. I almost never go out, I had to make myself dress fancy and all.” Violet looked down at her black dress and heels with doubtful eyes, sipping the last of her lemonade. At Drew’s words, she reconsidered her suggestion. “Sushi isn’t that hard to make. We can make vegan California rolls at home. Right? We could have that and pizza.”

“What would you do if you woke up one morning and all your luscious locks were gone, huh?” Violet asked teasingly, taking a long drink from her lemonade and letting her feet dangle on one of the pier’s old watch towers, where they’d been staring at the sunset and the crowd moving down at the beach. “If my hair was gone it’d make my face visible to everyone 24/7.″ She realized with a grimace.

“Hurry up! We’re gonna miss the ferry!” Violet screamed, her small legs moving as fast as possible. “How is it that you’re way taller than me and still behind? Are you doing it to torture me?” The girl was completely out of breath when she finally stopped and turned to look for him, realizing he’d been beside her the whole time. “We... ma-made it.” She gasped out happily.

Violet pulled her cap down, wincing at the sun. She loved the warm weather, but the sunlight was definitely hurting her eyes after barely sleeping on the plane. She turned to Drew with a tired smile. “This is my proposal: coffee and then whatever you want to do. Really. Anything. Just let me have some coffee and a muffin first.”