#makebelicve

mia wasn’t used to this part. usually, because of careful planning, she rarely upset people. so emma’s text came as a bit of a shock. it wasn’t the first time a girl hadn’t texted her after, and she assumed it was just a subtle cue. it wasn’t as if she would ever be mad. but when she’d tried to say hi to emma at retro, and gotten a positively aggressive glare — well she’d reached out. and suddenly felt kind of dumb. and wondered if there were any other girls waiting on a text from her. 

so naturally, she thought of coffee to make it right. if you could still call it coffee after all the sugar and syrups she’d put in them. she’d grabbed them on her way out from work, and was still wearing her uniform under a jean jacket. she walked up to emma’s house feeling nervous, biting at the inside of her cheek and toying with the edge of the cupholder. 

she just hoped she could make it right. 

reaching out, she knocked gently, and bounced a little bit on her heels.

                                   E M M A, the benefit of getting a personalized consultation. dispensaries were far, and many nowadays, and sometimes lydia’s anxiety outstretched that great length. something many suffered with, and nothing like a little herbal medicine to help calm it down. “ how is this one grown ? ”  index finger had selected a certain strain based off of an appealing name. it was helpful to lydia’s indecisiveness. Her preference was with the more eco-friendly grown. with local farmers; added value. something she appreciated. “ - sorry im asking a zillion questions here.. ”

dahlia took a bite out of her muffin, eyes bulging in surprise as she immediately spat it out into a napkin. “oh my god... do not eat. abort mission.” she shot the other woman an apologetic look. “sorry boo, i think i need to accept that me and baking is... not a good match.”

“ugh i’m such an useless gay,” gabi began as she sat down on the opposite side from the other woman, instinctively prodding at her bandaged hand. “i was pouring coffee into a cup when my boss walked in... and i got so distracted staring but not staring at her that i poured it all over my hand... and i didn’t realize until she said something about it. why did she have to be so hot and competent?”

                                      “ am i pathetic for hanging out with the bouncer ?? ”  no, lydia, what was PATHETIC, was the fact that you were being stood up from a tinder date. even worse; one that you were excited for. ... not to mention your first tinder date ... how tragic. the woman hadn’t been up to date with the social dating life. it all seemed like too much effort. though, she’d admit to loving passing her time at night with swiping left, and right. it could become so mindless, and lulling. 

                  with the chatter of friendships, and bedroom possibilities buzzing around them, lydia took a moment to focus on the music. it helped quiet her paranoia over why exactly she was stood up. “  is it because i just got a cat ?? oh - gosh !  ” a thin straw was placed between her lips as she sipped on her nigroni. how delicious it was. the perfect mixture to eventually ease her mind. “ please don’t tell me im labeled as a sad cat lady now... ”