some maidenly sense [ephemeralsmoke]
It was 10 to 8:00Pm, and Hana had never been more exhausted. A long day at work, it was tonight. She was just lucky she hadn't been working the later shifts, that's when all the really creepy men began to show. She collapsed onto her newly bought bed ready to sleep the rest of the night away.
Unfortunately, her slumber was quickly interrupted by a string of muffled buzzes from her phone.
"Eeeurrghh.." She groaned, not one of her most lady-like moments, but Hana was half-awake and not in the mood. She flipped open her phone, keychains jingling as she read the incoming messages.Â
FROM: Badou
SENT: 8:05PM 03/5/14
how the fuck did a get a girl with such good thighs
She groaned.
Another came in soon after.
FROM: Badou
Sent: 8:06PM 03/5/14
why does she put up with me again we just don't know
Badou was a frequent at one of her jobs at the cafe. The only real interactions she'd had with him was yelling at his smoking inside--she gritted her teeth at the memory. He was vulgar, an addict, and very uncomposed. Though with her insistent nagging and his consistent smoking, she'd somehow call him a friend. Did she say friend? She meant enemy. With a small sigh, she readied her thumbs and formed a response.Â
TO: Badou
Sent: 8:10PM 03/15/14
:/ i dont know how she does it, either. are you always this vulgar around your girl? good lord....why are you texting me
