#gisele-ramirez

LOCATION: Gisele’s backyard

It shouldn’t be a surprise, but the way Teagan celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday is getting an urgent call about one of her patient’s conditions led to her scrubbing in for surgery. Other people would’ve groaned and complained about how their day would’ve been ruined, but this had never been the case with her. If anything, the woman hates when the whole world revolves around her or when she receives too much attention due to her heart’s kindness ─ as it always made her skin crawl in discomfort. She just wants to help people. Be an impact on someone’s life in ways others could fail. Plus, it’s not like a physical human happened to be waiting for her at home. However, she grew to despise, leaving the dog alone because of the unknown that could linger upon her arrival. But, she could never stay mad at Trixie and all of the things she has torn up throughout the months of them living together. It’s when she sees her eight-month-old dalmatian look up at her with those chocolate hues and that wide-set smile (just her jaw unhinged); she comes to terms that this is her life for now and she should enjoy it instead of believing she’ll always alone. 

She wasn’t alone. Beside having Trixie, the auburn-haired woman has both of her cousins, always there, and always wanting her around, but the hidden fear of being a burden does exist. Though it’s thoughts that come and go. It’s when she receives a text from Gigi to come over for a much-needed catch-up as well as a belated birthday celebration; she was happy to spend the evening with her younger cousin. It’s been all too long plus, if she remembers correctly, the other woman failed to show up at the Gender Reveal ─ further making this evening necessary. After having a plate full of food, feeling as if she could barely walk or make it outside, the neurosurgeon plops down on the outdoor couch in a laugh. “¿Tratando de engordar?” Questioning with an arched brow and a humored songbird falsetto, the former wiggle room she had in her jeans is now consumed by her food bloating and is digging into her sides. “It’s was a great dinner, sweetie. Thank you for doing this for me.” The appreciative, dimpled beam is sent toward Gigi as her hand gently rests on her cousin’s knee before lifting the recently filled wine glass to her lips. “How long has it been since I’ve last seen you? A couple of weeks or something?” It comes with a brief pause, backtracking her mind calendar to remember it felt like the last time she had seen her is at the carnival or a short period after. “What’s been going on with you?”  

LOCATION: By the Ferris Wheel

TIME: Mid-afternoon/early evening

The echoing of screams from all four corners of the festival has been a constant since the clock struck noon ─ growing the exhilaration within her to take part and contribute. People she didn’t expect to act like children happen to be showing an unfamiliar side tonight. Jumping from one booth to the next, getting into the queue of a ride before shortly after screaming their throats dry. It’s something everyone deserves to relish in especially after the storm which still has her dealing with the aftermath. Nonetheless, the neurosurgeon knew once parting her ways from the booth, she’d join into the mix of causing havoc and letting her inner child glide through. It helps that Gisele is willing to contribute to this carefree side of her especially after promising to catch up with each other. It’s how and where the pairing happens to meet each other ─ right by the ferris wheel which has always been Teagan’s go-to carnival ride while immediately being submerged in a feeling of comfort: the floating feeling when the wheel hits the top and how you’re able to see a point further than your expectation making you wonder and feel like you’re living in with a euphoric world.

The beam sitting upon her mouth corners has been a constant for the day. Perhaps even lighter than all of the fluorescent lighting nearby. “Looks like the time has finally come for us to crack down on some fun,” she says out loud in her falsetto but the nearby speaker blasting Zac Brown Band drowns out the majority of her words for others to hear. “You know that you got me right by my favorite ride at the carnival and if we don’t get it line like right now I may just have to throw a hissy fit.” Her tone is teasing knowing this would never happen in the first place. But she feels like it’s important to make it known to Gisele since their friendship is still growing. She did want to ride it though before tackling anything else ─ especially all of the carnival food that she’s been dying for. “So,” she elbows her friend whilst the word drags out a bit. The ground around them happens to be their playground. “Should we tackle the ferris wheel first then maybe get some to eat later?”