fingers grip to free the golden key out of dead-bolt, undoubtedly struggling due to the worn condition of hardware. three post-it notes had been left on the desk as reminder to replace - but yet, there she stood, looking like an idiot losing tug-of-war to an inanimate object. aha! smirking as key freed after a few moments. visual indication that the gallery was finally secured and shift had concluded. the meeting to acquire several installments from the latest round of residents from vineyard arts project had been successful. hopefully, earning extra points on the lingering capstone project and sealing the deal on the internship awarded after graduation.
she is about to walk towards the marina when the sound of a familiar laugh echoed through the salty air — it was distinct, unique, and margo knew exactly who it was before turning around for visual verification. dark sunglasses allow her to fixate on target inconspicuously while walking towards the group of women who were enjoying all that edgartown had to offer in the summer heat.
“tipper?” she asks knowingly with smirk, hand extended upward to waive at some of the other women whom she had met before.
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