#hecticlife

maeve  has  never  been  one  for  PERSONAL  GROWTH,  but  she  has  started  slightly  worrying  about  how  much  time  she  was  spending  at  home.  as  much  as  she  hated  to  admit  it,  there  was  life  outside  of  the  sunset  villas,  and  she  was  missing  out  on  it.  even  sitting  at  the  bar  alone  was  better  than  sitting  at  home  alone.  well,  IT  WAS,  until  a  stranger  approaches  her.  can't  say  she  recognizes  him,  so  she's  not  entirely  sure  what  he's  doing.  “uh…  can  i  help  you  ?”  she  takes  a  sip  of  her  drink,  attempting  to  hide  her  disdain  (  however,  she  is  a  finnegan,  and  they'd  never  been  very  good  at  that  ).

“hey  man,  COULD  YOU  STOP  MOVING  ?”  there's  a  franticness  to  his  voice  that  only  shows  he  takes  this  more  seriously  than  any  grown  adult  man  should.  “if  you  keep  moving  the  table,  the  empire  state  building  will  collapse,  and  i  really  don't  want  to  have  to  start  all  over.”  the  empire  state  building  in  question  is  a  collection  of  grey  legos  stacked  on  top  of  each  other,  not  resembling  the  empire  state  building  in  the  slightest.

shyla: Wanna go hang out somewhere? I'm bored. shyla: Also work sucked.

"you know, i've always liked coming to the farmers market," she begins as they slowly make their way through the stalls. "like, it really gives me that artsy poetic vibe i'm always striving for. but GOD DAMN, i forgot how expensive it is to shop here."

apollo really was not a huge fan of the groove cafe ( he's not very hip or creative ), but it was just the closest place to his apartment that served coffee he didn't have to make. he's waiting for his order when he feels a pair of eyes on him. apollo was not new to having eyes on him ( he was a performer after all ), but this wasn't quite the setting for it. he moves a few feet forward, half to grab a coffee sleeve and half to find out what this guy's deal was. "hey man... there a reason you're staring at me?"

leaning back in his chair , the hum of the coffee shop fading into the background as he lost himself in the music flowing through his headphones . his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table , following the beat of a song he’d been working on in secret . head lifts as he hears the ding of the door , noticing @hecticlife had pushed his way in and looked as hungover as he was . " leon ! " he called out to get the others attention , tilting his head to the empty chair at his table .