#indiexcisive

              Working with one’s spouse has it’s perks, but where there are perks, there are consequences, though Serena has yet to run into said consequences. At least on her part. She’s often been told she sees the world with rose colored glasses, but she’s always been a glass half full kind of woman. She’s sure said optimism gets on her husband’s nerves from time to time, but where there’s positive intent, there’s also a woman unafraid to take risks. Her friends like to remind her of the eight year age gap between her and Anthony, and maybe she should be worried about her husband working in a school with many attractive, younger, people to catch his attention, but if Serena has ever been secure about anything beyond her optimism, it’s being able to please her husband on all counts. “Mister Micela, it seems we’ve been officially deserted by the masses,” she smiles at him as she saunters across his office towards him. Every teacher has their own office adorning their classroom. “Did you forget to pack your lunch today?” She queries as she motions toward the lack of food after she’s shifted to brace herself against his desk next to him. @indiexcisive

gin: i'm not articulating myself very well am i...?

yo

it’s clear from the slightly frazzled look of her that gin has no idea what she is doing-- she isn’t sure why she suggested making him dinner when she’s only ever made breakfast food-- but it’s a struggle not to set fire to the stove. “i mean-- in theory-- the steaks are done-- im following the instructions but i’m not sure--”  she slides the steak on the plate to rest, and gives him a quick look.  she hates not knowing things.  the ocean seems seemingly quiet outside the sliding doors, and she is barefoot in the large kitchen, in nothing more than her bikini and a pair of shorts. her hair is still curly and slightly damp from the shower.  “oh!  how do you like your steak? medium-- because i cooked it medium and um-- the potatoes according to the timer have like 5 more minutes so-- hopefully i don’t blow this kitchen up.” 

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       Rosie knows what this probably looks like; hiding in the back of his car while he’s with someone else, but it’s not like they’re... well they aren’t dating, per say and just because Rosie feels a certain way about him doesn’t give her a right to automatically assume he’s just going to be hers. Does it? No, her sole reason for hiding in the backseat of his car hadn’t been to spy; he simply hadn’t bothered to check to see if anyone was there before picking up some girl Rosie would rather not see Joey hanging out with. He’s her best friend. So what if she’s half in love with him? Whatever. It’s when Joey comes back to his car because he left something behind that he finds her sitting in the passenger seat, thumbing through his wallet. “You forgot this again, didn’t you?” Rosie queries, raising her brow at him and wiggling the wallet that’s caught within her tiny hand. @indiexcisive