#pcllx

        ❝  i brought  your shoes !  here ,  ❞  a delicate hand reaches out to give the cream colored bag to the brunette ,  her lips curled into a  warm smile .  ❝  i took care of them as if they’re my own ...  do they come in other colors ?  i think i might want to get one for myself ...  i used to not understand why people care about shoes so much ,  but then i realized how many gorgeous pairs there are out there !  anyway ...  how are you ,  e ?  did you end up with a hangover as well ?  ❞  /  @pcllx

or she would, if isolde let go of her hand for longer than two seconds at a time. thankfully, the rink isn’t too crowded—unsurprising, since it’s already march—which dramatically reduces the risk of her getting knocked over by anyone who so much as brushes against her. still, despite the agonisingly slow pace they’re moving at, isolde’s enjoying herself, and it shows in the grin she sports as she turns to her friend. ‘ thanks for coming with me, ’ she says, ‘ i promise you won’t have to take me to the emergency room this time. ’

“this is real risque here, esme. you and me, sittin’ at a table, eating brunch? almost unheard of.” he chances a look outside at the snow, the unenviable cold behind the warmth of their too-expensive brunch location. he’s looking back up soon as the waiter comes by with their food and he smiles, winks at them before directing his words towards esme again. “you’re lucky this place’s specialty is both being discreet... and mimosas.” he picks up the glass of said mimosa and lifts it in toast towards her. “to your good health.”

she navigates to her list of recent contacts, hitting the name right at the top without really looking, assuming that it’s probably kai—god knows the number of times he’s had to bail her out of similar situations over the years. the phone rings a little longer than usual, but isolde doesn’t really have the time to really ponder that when the call connects and esme’s voice filters through. the confusion lasts only for a split-second before desperation engulfs it. ‘ i need you to call me in like a minute with a fake emergency, ’ the plea falls from her lips in a rush, ‘ i’ll explain later. ’

sms:  you did !  don’t worry ,  they’re in a better state than us !  😂😂😂sms:  dignity ????  does that still exist ???  can’t remember where i left mine !sms:  of course !  tell me where and i’ll meet you there !

     ❝  what makes me happy …  i don’t know.  people,  maybe ?   i like watching them interact,  it inspires me.  a good day to me is a day outside at the central park,  drinking a frappuccino and listening to music while dodging anyone who tries to flirt with me.  kind of like i’m in a movie,  but not really.  if not that, another good day would be one where i just watch movies with my cat  —  hopefully some classic drama or rom - com.  the worst thing i’ve done to …  oh,  well,  i’m kind of boring in that department.  i guess the worst thing i ever did was try to run away from home.  i’ve also lied to my parents a lot,  but haven’t we all ?  ❞