⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ this had to be the umpteenth time kiara and samar had run into each other. not that samar was complaining at all---in fact, she quite enjoyed kiara's company (and it helped that they were pretty damn cute too). but it just reminded samar that the wedding industry (or whatever you wanted to call it) in their town was a lot smaller than she had initially thought. it had been a long day after the wedding rehearsal, and samar was plopped at the ledge of the stage where the ceremony was to take place, dressed in her mint green bridesmaid gown. she had kicked off her heels as her ankles were starting to hurt, swinging her legs off the ledge of the stage as she took in the silence of the empty hall. hearing footsteps lead up to her, her head popped up, bright smile now appearing on her face to realize who it was in front of her. "does it get any less awkward every time we run into each other like this? this has to be... what, the fourth time this has happened now?" / @totalhcnesty
