#lotcstarter

“I’ve made a mistake...Please, please put the camera down. I’m actually stuck.”

“I....I can’t bloody believe this!!”

Sophia sits on a park bench. her cello next to her. Normally she would try to play somewhere indoors but she couldn’t find the space to do so. She was practicing an original piece, her eyes closed and her mind in the music. She didn’t even notice when others crowded around her. And even if she did it wouldn’t have mattered; she didn’t mind the audience anyways.

“The night is still young, my top is still on, and you, my friend, are very, very hot. Care to dance?”

“Did you see that?” He laughed as he stumbled over, nearly crashing into the person he was talking to. His drunken mind said he knew them, but honestly he felt like he was everyone’s friend that night. “She tasted like vodka and like four poor life choices rolled into a mini skirt. Man, this is why I love this job. It’s great, you’re great.”

Being back in New York is weird after being in Europe for so long, but I’m so ready for this break

Nowhere is quite like home, but there’s something to be said for the lack of exercise involved when the mini fridge is right next to your bed

"I'm not trying to get in the middle of things, but that man has been staring over here for some time now." He informed the other person with a slight nod. Usually he'd just stay out of things like this, but he figured this time he should probably say something. "A friend of yours?"