#ft. aisha

"I have a question," Jasmine started, holding a five between her fingers," what are the chances I spin this thing and I get a date with you?

"So... I'm not tryin' to be that kinda guy and it's okay if you don't feel a type of way but... I did a thing and you haven't really said anything about it."

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↪ Happy Birthday to the lover of pop girlies, all the social media things, and making me sometimes have a British accent because we spend too much time together.

"You ever sit in on on Cosmic Riot's practices? We should," Jasmine suggests to her partner. She's showing she's supportive of Aisha's housemates with absolutely no ulterior motives.

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If she's nervous, Jaz does her best not to show it. The bouncing of her leg is to the beat and not a way to try and shake the nerves out. Aisha would buy that, right?.

Someone says they're wrapping up, but no one is really making an effort to pack up.

"Wait, you're not doing that other one?" Jaz clears her throat, overthinking for the moment if that sounded casual enough.

There's a chorus of not knowing what Jaz is talking about and a small back and forth between her and the band that she hopes doesn't sound obviously rehearsed. But by the time Jaz is at the mic with a guitar in hand, the ruse becomes a whole lot clearer.

Jaz: This is how I'm supposed to do it, right? Jaz: *attachment of a video that she's edited together similar to a short/reel but hasn't been posted anywhere*

The plan was similar to what she'd done before: 'bring a thing to someone, leave it outside, and run.' Except this time she wasn't planning on running. Of course there was still the (highly likely) possibility that one of Aisha's housemates would open the door instead, but if Jasmine decided to overthink that for a min' she probably would bolt.

She rang the bell. All she could do now was wait.

As Jasmine and Aisha are parting after spending Valentine's together, Jaz hands over a small giftbag. "I uh, didn't get a chance to give this to you earlier. You don't have to open in front of me - actually I think I'd prefer if you don't," she says a bit shyly. "But let me know what you think about it."

As Jasmine strolled the stalls of carnival games with no particular desire to play a specific one, she saw a certain someone by themselves in an apparent struggle with the equipment they were using, and felt the need to make her way over. "Need a cheerleader?" she asked over Aisha's shoulder as she was about to take her next shot.