#overpours

“OKAY,  QUESTION  !  do  you  actually  do  anything  with  the  whipped  cream  on  top  of  your  milkshake  ?  like,  do  you  suck  it  up  through  the  straw  when  you're  all  done  ?  or  is  it  just  part  of  THE  AESTHETIC  for  you  ?”

oh no ! no no no no no. she tries once again to lift her foot, but her pointed heel appears to have gotten stuck in one of the cracks. panic threatens to flood her, if only for the fact said pair of shoes are expensive, and one of her favourites ( though, arguably, she's been known to say that about them all ) . instead she remains poised, trying to think of a way out of this that doesn't involve her foot touching the wood that has seen numerous dirty soles. a low whine sounds, but she pauses when gaze lands on a familiar face. " anthony ! . . . hi. " cheeks flush pink, warm smile on display. " nice day, isn't it ? " like overcast could ever be considered such a thing.

" what are you doing tonight ? " there's not even a hello before she's sliding into the seat across from maite, sipping on a cup of coffee she hopes will kick in quick, aid her in feeling any kind of functional. " i'm working a gig. some rising indie band. they said i can bring someone. " figures it would be a waste to let the spare ticket go to waste. " you're the first person i've seen today that i actually like, so if you want it, it's yours. "