#maeve01

She had to have the shittiest luck of all time. Not only was she just forced to endure seven minutes with Mitch of all people, but now she spun the other Morrison - or whatever, having a different last name didn’t excuse you from being part of that family - and was shutting herself in a bathroom with Maeve? That bottle had a sick sense of humor, Sassa could say that much. 

LOCATION: somewhere with a fountain

Saint sighed as he regarded an American coin, flipping it around between his fingers. He’d only been in Crescent Harbor for a week, but the situation was already escalating, and he knew that he’d soon have to take action that was more direct than making eyes at the Blackwood and Whittaker heiresses. It wasn’t tiring as much as it was routine, though he had to admit that he’d almost welcomed the brief reprieve from nights spent awake over schematics. 

Idly, he tossed the coin, meaning to throw it into the nearby fountain. He didn’t believe in fate or wishing, but he did find the concept amusing. However, he hadn’t expected a woman to walk by just as he made the throw, the coin hitting her cheek as she passed. Grimacing, Saint stood up from his seat and headed over to her. “A penny for your thoughts?” he asked, a sheepish smile on his lips. 

‘you don’t know how many kids think a headache is good enough reason to skip class and then later i find them outside making out with whomever. were we this dumb when we were younger? i’d at least find a better hiding spot to make out and be sure i wouldn’t get caught.’ leo exclaimed, sitting next to this complete stranger with kind eyes and a nice smile. ‘oh hi! my name’s leo, i’m the new school nurse. i don’t usually start with complaining, but... mondays, right? are you teacher or staff?’