closed starter for: @blackwoodsylvia
location: some street?? in town, mid-october
She was in a bad mood. But really, was she ever in a good mood?
Verity’s purposeful steps were punctuated by the rapid clicking of her heels on concrete, the probability of running into someone she knew in a small town like Crescent Harbor beginning to fray her nerves. She’d never been one to favor long term relationships, preferring the anonymity and quick turnover within big cities. Her disinclination towards small talk was, perhaps, a self-fulfilling prophecy, because in the next moment, her shoulder bumped into another, the passerby walking in the opposite direction. A scowl began to form on her features, though it quickly faded when her gaze landed on the other woman.
In a move that would have been a beat too late to be a true knee-jerk reaction but still quick enough that calling it intentional could be up for debate, Verity’s hand shot out to knock over the cup of coffee Sylvia had been holding. She gave a wide eyed gasp for flair as the dark liquid spilled onto the street.
“Well. Little Sylvie Blackwood,” Verity all but cooed in place of an apology. “A pleasant surprise.” A corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk, a silent dare for Sylvia to dispute the statement.
