𝒏𝒂𝒐𝒎𝒊.
“ so funny story… ” if everyone in the group had a dime for every time naomi castillo started off her stories like that ––– they’d probably have enough to pay off her credit card and all the parking tickets she owes. regardless, the brunette continues the story, not waiting for the other person to reply or indicate that they’re listening. “ i’ve never had pumpkin flavored anything. like… ever. don’t know why and didn’t question it until about four days ago. so i’m dong my regular target run when i see that starbucks brought the pumpkin spice latte out earlier this year and people were going crazy. so, me being me, i decide that this has been talked about for so long and overhyped that i have to try it. i get in line and order, like any normal person would and wait for my order. it finally comes out and i’m super excited to try it ––– right? okay, so like this is where the story gets funny. ” she turns to face the person, leaning against the edge of her desk, “ i take a sip and it’s not bad, so i keep drinking… then my throat starts to feel icky and i begin to get all itchy. i chop this up to me never having this before and my body kinda just…. not vibing with it…. but then these symptoms get worse and then all of the sudden BOOM i pass out and am rushed to the hospital. turns out i’m like, super allergic to pumpkin concentrate. isn’t that like, so funny? ”
it only takes three words to elicit a heavy sigh from her. brow drawing tight as she shifts her gaze back to the beginning of the paragraph she was desperately trying to get through. with zero interest to hear more, vee is happy to tune out naomi, if that were even possible. her palms itch to grab her airpods and slip them in, filling her ears with literally anything else. on her fourth try, the femme’s eyes pinch shut, her head dropping slightly as her closest friend drones on and on about pumpkin spice. slapping a palm down over the section she’s been trying to read for the past ten minutes, vee turns in her chair, forcing a smile on her lips. “ it’s so amazing how you can take, ‘ i’m allergic to pumpkin concentrate ’ and turn it into a 30 minute soap drama. ” her voice holds little to no amusement as she sits with an arm draped over the back of her chair. “ do me a favor, next time just give me the cliff notes version, kay ? ” her lips pull into a cheeky smile for a few beats before it drops and she spins around and dives back into her book.









