#ft.mitchell

Angering her parents was something the woman sometime took perverse pleasure in, if only to let them know that she wasn’t the docile bird they wanted her to be. But the fun part, at least it was what Valeria tried to convince herself of, was that she didn’t have to step out of her way for that to happen. For the most part, she walked a straight line, knowing how much reputation mattered for her parents but there were thing that couldn’t be help. Valeria was not entirely made for the world she existed in, not plastic and condescending, and being close to the other had never been done out of anything but love. And ever since he was back, his workplace was where she could often be found. “Slow night,” she playfully said, the place almost full. “My dad found out about me coming here.” It was like the man had eyes everywhere, something she often didn’t understand. “Obviously, he’s thrilled.” The glass was raised to her lips as she softly laughed. “So his natural response was to set me with someone, again.”