“ woah, hey you’re like, one of the volleyball girls right? “
hilda looks ahead, pink eyes with a hint of glimmer in them, an equally pink suitcase sits by her feet and a sickly sweet coffee drink rests in her hand. her smile only grows when she’s given confirmation and the click of her heels against the pavement are a signal she’s closing the space between the two of them.
“ that’s so cool! you must be hella athletic right? you know i’ve been looking for someone to model a few summer pieces for me but i’m just not having anyyyy luck ... tragic right? “ where’s the smallest violin in the world when you need it?