maybe she shouldn’t have had that last cigarette, that’s the last passing thought as fingertips press against flat plain of the door. stumbling out into the indoor tennis court, the racket comes to gently rest against tops of shoulder. looking around, the bubbles to her buttercup was east enough to spot within the crowd. decked out, she honestly looked ridiculous and a professional all at the same time. it brings a smirk up against yoga pants clade teenager and she’s making her way over toward courtney. ❝ well, what’s up, richard simmons? ❞

       he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how SUNFLOWER like she is. beguuel likes to think of himself as the night so when a bubbly blonde ( nonetheless ) comes strolling by, he  g a g s  a little. peering at her through his squint, something darker lurks over her shoulder capturing his attention more so than the girl. the god wants a closer look at it, he needs an  e x c u s e  to get a closer look. 

                          ❛ what did y’do, put your clothes on in the dark today ? you look like a hot mess, lady. ❜

IT was not a situation she wanted to be in. Kera HATED these types of things, hated talking to anyone who likely meant well but blew her fuse so short. She couldn’t stand the voice of an wanted stranger & she’d had enough of it, now a good hour & a half into whatever the woman was saying. Her class had been CANCELLED & relocated several times & it wasn’t the best time to be around her; it was nearly certain that anyone who spoke to her would get a snap in the face at minimum. Yet, here she was, attempting to ignore the ramblings of a girl she hoped wasn’t talking to her.

                                                           But it wasn’t that easy.                                 ❝Okay, I don’t know what you want or why you’re here,          but, I can tell you right now, whatever it may be, I DON’T HAVE IT; leave me alone.❞

         ❛ what do you mean you don’t have a salad here ? what kind of establishment are you running here ? fuck this, you’ll be hearing from my FATHER for this disgrace. ❜ leave it to emily to start up a shit  s t o r m  in the middle of some small town pizzeria. she couldn’t even believe she was HERE in the first place, maybe it was because she had to bring back pizza to her late boyfriend. call it a small BRANCH of golden heart stemming out, that is until she was denied her salad. well, at least mike would get his pizza, but where was she to get a SALAD. maybe she will have to stop by that olive garden close to her house. fingertips tap against the bottom of the pizza box before she pivots, root beer   l o c k s   falling over her shoulder as emily  s t a l k s  away from the employee. the young brunette is ABOUT to hit the exit when she  s p o t s  her, stopping her dead in her tracks as a smirk curves. ❛ what in the hell is this ? courtney             whatever your last name is. you work HERE ? ❜