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“Uh, hey. You okay?”

Even though she knew the older boy in passing, mostly from the rave he’d invited Stevonnie to, Connie wouldn’t usually have approached him on her own. She still wasn’t exactly an extrovert by nature, even if she was a lot bolder nowadays--

@rxvetothis

“The– Oh, right!”

Of course she knew what he was talking about. It had, maybe, taken Connie a moment to catch on - that night tended to stand out in her memory more as Stevonnie’s rather than her own - but it quickly came back to her. At the dance, she and Steven had split apart and spent the rest of it as themselves; of course they would have made an impression. Come to think of it…

She knew exactly who she was talking to, as well. That much, she’d picked up from Steven while they’d been fused.

“Yeah, I’m Connie. And… you were Sour Cream, right? Um…”

At the time, Connie had been too psyched by the whole fusion experience they’d had to really think through what she’d been doing while she’d been running around and dancing with Steven. In hindsight… she had to admit, there were better ways to make a first impression.

what can i say, i like to travel.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve been doing good. And yeah, keeping it pretty chill. How’s it feel to be a millionaire?”

“Believe it or not, but I don’t really feel all that different. I just don’t have to work the wash everyday, and it’s a lot easier to pay for the stuff the Gems break.”