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With the number of things Sara had to balance in her life, it would have been assumed she could not have survived without knowing how to be organized. If it was anyone else in her position, maybe they would have handled the many different aspects of her life better than she did. But of course Sara was not among those folks who had everything all figured out, all the time. She was a chaotic mess on her best days, and today was unfortunately not one of those days. She finished cleaning up and was ready to head home, already lost in thought at what she had to do when she got back to her apartment. And it was only when she was reaching into the purse that was supposed to be over her shoulder that she realized it was not there. Turning around, she looked into the now locked store and there it sat, in full view on the counter. “Oh god,” she muttered, hands pressed against the glass. Checking around her for people, she crouched down and tried her luck at picking the lock. After all, it looked so easy in movies.

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Holly had always been the life of a party with a slight drinking problem- the one you watched and thought, wow is she okay? Just by the sheer volume of alcohol intake. This time was no different, Holly had gone crazy on the unlimited bar. Lucky for her she could hold her drink well, the only thing that ever gave her away was her eyes and louder mouth than usual, but if you didn’t know her well you wouldn’t she had a lot or maybe anything at all. College paid off when it came to that at least. ‘’Line them up, pretty boy.’’ She laughed at the man behind the bar as he laid out pints of beer. ‘’Watch this.’’ She gloated, bringing in quite the crowd as she began downing one pint after another, after another in great speed, even managing to not spill any down herself.

“So why do people have to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day or risk getting pinched?” LIlja turned to ask the person near her as she stood by a stand that passed green beer out to people. she’d never really understood that whole tradition before and while she wore green to be on the safe side, she never got the significance of it. She just figured it was one of those weird American traditions, even though it was an Irish holiday.

When Rowan enter the establishment he couldn’t help but notice a few free spots, he didn’t have an OCD disorder at least not diagnosticate, and each one of the free seats had a good reason to try it, but sadly the one he found perfect, due to the lovely way the light came in through the window, was occupied by someone else, he did a little list of pros and cons to resolve his predicament, and after a quick problem solve, he decided to walk and ask the person if they could share the table, after all, the worst that could happen if that the seat was also occupied and he had to sit sowmehere else. “I’m sorry, is this seat taken?”

“I swear to God, if they play that annoying Ed Sheeran song on the radio again I’m going to cry and if I’m driving, I’m gonna hurl myself out the car and over the freeway.” Theodore sighed leaning over the table to unplug the radio from the beachside table. ‘’Wait- don’t tell a therapist I said that.’’ He chuckled running his fingers down his face. ‘’So, long time and quite literally no see. What’s been going on in your life- just cos I’m nosey?’’

It had already been a hard enough day. Ethan’s heart sank to her stomach when she saw who she could’ve sworn was one of the nurses that had worked with Dahlia a foot away. Though unlikely, surely they would’ve forgotten her face by now, she didn’t think she could handle them approaching to ask how she was. Not today. Turning to the person closest to her, she offered them an apologetic smile. She hated to bother them but she was desperate. “Hey, I’m sorry, do you mind pretending we’re having a conversation for a few seconds?”