"What's your ideal blunt rotation?" Flora asks and Riven turns to look at her, an eyebrow raised. "You," He starts off with a smirk and the Latina girl rolls her eyes at him, nudging him with her shoulder before motioning for him to continue on, "Jesus because I think he'd be a total tosser when high and Freud. Just for fun."

Flora's giggles envelop the room and Riven grins, butterflies forming in his stomach as he watches her. She grins at him after straightening up, her curls flipping out of her face. "Mine would be Oprah, Julie Andrews and Princess Diana I think. The bad bitch energy that room would feature would be immaculate I think." She giggles again, her breath catching and Riven bites back a snort.

"You're crazy Fernandez."

She grins at him, leaning over the desk so they are face to face. "You like it."