Mia woke up to a call from her professor --- the one who didn’t tell her about the supposedly good travel schedule. So instead, she ended up staying longer than planned. It’s been, what, months? But still, she can’t find herself adjusting to the timezone of the foreign country. “I don’t have to! I won’t be staying for long,” she argued, half-awake, at least. But of course, as it was suddenly required by the university, failure to attend the required class would mean delayed graduation for her. “Okay, okay. I’ll try if I can even spark up a conversation with whoever,” she said, definitely defeated. Seeing as it’s already quite late, she rushed up to go to the uni, which was just walking distance (thanks to dormitories and all those stuff). Thankfully enough, after a few hours, she managed to enroll herself in a Spanish class. “---What? The class starts in 5 minutes!” She exclaimed with a shake of her head. 

As expected, she was late. When was she not late anyway? But, isn’t it an acceptable reason that she didn’t know where the rooms were? Knocking on the door, she slowly entered afterwards. “I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t know where ----” Wait. What? Eugenia? @zvezdax

Damn, what happens when someone who isn’t a linguist at all travels alone? “Ugh,” Mia muttered under her breath, as she struggle with talking to people. Walking towards the 5th person in probably three minutes, she hoped that this person act as an angel for her. “Hi, excuse me... I know this is silly, but.. I really need help,” She said, forcing a smile.

Frankie: BABE.

Frankie: BABEEEEE. WIFE.

Just when Lilly decided that taking a break from work fits right now, that’s when her best friend decided that making her pick up her daughter from school for a surprise party would be fun. She can’t say no to Alessia anyway, so she said yes, no matter how annoyed she is. Arriving at the said school and finding the nearest parking spot, she cleared her throat as soon as she entered the school and found a guy. “Excuse me Mister, do you happen to know where Room 241 is? Or if I could excuse a student at this hour?”

frankie: why are you flirting with me?

frankie: your answers are making me blush. why do you even do this?

“I hate that feeling, you know? Like you’re constantly running on a fucking treadmill that gets to nowhere,” she sighs and looks at her friend, “I don’t know what I’m saying. Work is exhausting me lately.”