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“Okay look lady I’ve explained this to you three times already, if you want a custom cake made you have to order it at least five days in advance!” Carolina growled out already exhausted of this conversation as the customer (though was she really?) hadn’t listened to anything she’d said since they’d walked in. “You’re better off with going to the bakery at the grocery store where you can buy a sheet cake and get ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it since they’re fine with last minute orders, unlike me. Have nice day.”

Watching as the lady stormed out she rubbed her eyes tiredly with her fingertips. “Can I have the next person in line please?” Carolina asked sighing deeply as she’d been up since five that morning so she had no patience for rude customers, opening her eyes to look at the next person in line smiling at them half heartedly. “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

layla always hated shitty customers. she didn’t know what possessed them to act like it was their way or nothing, and half the time she wanted to shout at them to respect the industry workers. but the lady with the ‘can-i-speak-to-your-manager’ haircut had already fled. 

Concern made Cara’s eyes seem a deep, warm abyss, especially paired with her soft hand on the other’s shoulder and gentle tone. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Hey, what is that?” Grace pointed into the distance, squinting at the fuzzy outline against the horizon. “Over there.”

“How do I treat you like you’re nothing?” Solomon asked, his voice cracking with the volume. His hands flew through the air with his rage, which only swelled when Layla started to cry. Her tears fueled his fire, if only in unconscious hopes to burn away his guilt. “I always try to joke around, but you just act like I’m a big fucking dumbass. Of course I’m not gonna want to be all buddy-buddy with you when I can’t even take a breath without you judging me. It’s bad enough at my dad’s house, but around my friends here too? I can’t take it anymore.”

💃 — dancing

she knows rhythm so she’s good at swaying to music but other than that, her dance skills are not something she accumulated over the years.

🎨 — art

she loves doodling and sketching and when she has to make storyboards for her films, she loves doing that and she’d love to design a tattoo but beyond that she’s not a very well learned artist. she did well in art classes in school.

👻 — communing with the paranormal

Bandit’s birthday wasnt until much later in the month. A fact Eiri had thougjt about since the end of April. He had waited long enough to head to the pet store and look for gifts. May was Bandit’s month and he was going to be spoiled from now until his birthday. The three small bags of treats were just the start. While he debated on some small toys his phone chimed. A news alert. In the coming week aurora borealis was making its way to cape hazel… “What?!” He didnt mean to say it out loud as he stared at his phone.

“you can’t even get my goddamn name right!” lee shouted at the barista looking at the cup, “lee sounds nothing like layla… layla is definitely not my name. in fact, it’s the worst name i’ve ever fucking heard,” she let out a groan as she reached for napkins on the other side of the counter and began wiping at her shirt when she finally looked up. “oh…” she looked dumbstruck, her hand and the napkin frozen just an inch away from her chest while she collected herself. “right, sorry, of course it was just a mix up,” she awkwardly chuckled, starting to dab at her shirt again. “i’m guessing you’re… layla, huh?” she wanted to melt into the floor. “just so you know, i don’t think it’s the worst name ever… things just got really, uh, heated,” she tried to explain. “i’ll buy you a new one, and give the barista a really big tip… unless you want the coffee with my spit all over it,” she winked at layla.

layla almost wanted to laugh, but also she found herself actually a little offended at the name thing. oh, well, life goes on right? she laughed, a little awkwardly, really unsure how to approach the girl who’s voice was raised. “no, it’s okay,” she said with a nod. “and you don’t have to buy me another coffee. i could probably flirt with the barista and get the next one for free.” she was only half joking. “take it you’re not too big of a fan of coffee?”

cara: what do you think they’re covering up?

layla: maybe embezzlement idk 

“Oh 100%,” Esme agreed dramatically, convinced that Zeff would do something like purposely making the sidewalk uneven. “Fashion week was just a way to make people wear less appropriate shoes so that they stack it more often,” she declared.

sawyer took the shirt gratefully, pulling it on as fast as he could to avoid being naked for much longer. it was big on him, but it covered everything it needed to cover, and sawyer thought he might owe layla for the rest of his life. he looked down at the design then, a grin on his face. “guess i gotta break some bad news to solomon then, huh?” he joked.

sawyer: i've never been to a pride but i Need to

sawyer: cape hazel pride sounds like a dream

layla: its SO good

Keiran: Aurora Borealis??

Keiran: At this time of year, in this part of the country, localized entirely within Cape Hazel??

@wagncrs //

whenever lee went to sips she got one thing - a hot english breakfast tea with cream. it was simple, had about the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, and tasted much better than anything else filled with caffeine. some things never changed, and for lee it was her drink order at sips from the time she was in her twenties. she picked up the to go cup, ready for it to be the drink she always expected, but when she took a sip there was something off. she spit out whatever is in the cup, spraying the counter with the coffee she was mistakenly given. “what the hell is this bullshit?” she shouted, slamming the cardboard cup down on the counter. “i ordered a tea not this shit!” she called out, wiping her chin off with her palm.