#sm:starter

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Kyla was always one to bring a list with her when she went grocery shopping. Ever since she moved out to Santa Monica, any time she went shopping she had forgotten something and had to go back out. She was finished her shopping and was on her way out when she noticed her shoe was undone. She placed the bags down and began to tie her lace when somebody walked passed and knocked one of her bags over. “Hey!” She called out to them but they didn’t hear her. Sighing she began to pick up the things. “Some people are just so rude” She muttered to nobody in particular. 

Ace was doing one of his favorite activities, looking at art at the Bergamot Station Art Center. He had the day off, so he decided to maker a day of it and look at as many exhibits as he could before he got too hungry and had to leave. He saw one painting that particularly wowed him and stopped in his tracks. Excitedly, he pointed to the painting and said to anyone who would give him the time of day, “Woah, look at this one! It’s amazing!”

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Minjoon had only been on shift for a couple of hours at the most but the bartender was already rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, his second most noticeable nervous habit after his ears turning red. Still, he put a smile on his face as he stepped closer to the bar when the next customer had done the same on the other side. “Hi! What can I get for you? Oh, just so you know we don’t actually sell Your Number cocktails here? People keep asking for it and I don’t know if it’s something from another bar or if we sold it before I started working here but I don’t know how to make them and google hasn’t been any help at all.” The smile never left his face, even as he shook his head slightly. “Feel free to order anything else though!”

“Awe maaan. I knew this was a bad idea...” Mimi huffed with a sag of her shoulders as she stepped out to a downpour of rain. A freshly tailored drink rattling in her hand she sighed while studying the distance between where she stood and her car. In her race for an iced treat before the rain, she underestimated how fast the weather would roll in. With a pout she stomped both her feet in defeat. “Well this sucks. I didn’t even bring along my umbrella.”

There were a wide variety of costumes and Mike was looking between all of them with a mix of emotions. Some of them were pretty cool. He was focused on trying to figure out what someone was supposed to be when he turned, running the basket holding his stuffed ET into something or someone. “Aw man. Not again.” He looked up at them. “Hey, what do you call two witches who live together?”