for @abvnaiยท | sab & valentine
Sabina squinted up at the big, fancy building, the yellow cab behind her pulling back into the swarms of cars. New York fucking City. She hadnโt been back in years and for good reason, sheโd grown up on the Upper East Side under the watchful gaze of rich parents and their heteronormative expectations. Darling daughter turned daredevil and hadnโt given a FUCKย โ she remembered the night she shaved her head off at twenty-one, the shriek her mother let out and the hours spent walking through Central Park. It had been an all-nighter. Fuck, those days were so free.
But so was her job, in some ways, because sheโd turned out exactly how she wanted to.
The museum of natural history hadnโt been one she frequented growing up, but instead the MET as moreย โ appropriateย โ for aย โ woman of her statureย โย โ whatever the fuck that had meant. Even in her state with jean shorts, baggy hoodie and ball cap, the security guard merely scanned her ticket without a second glance. The paper was switched out for folded instructions, noting the picture of a butterfly as the meeting spot. Great. How James Bond. ( But she was grateful it wasnโt in the dino section, Lord knows the kids there would beย โ hell on earth ).
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ Alright, alright, alright,ย โ she muttered to herself, arms swinging as she shook out the nerves. Sab had no idea what to expect but if Bos said the connection was vital, sheโd see it out. She just hoped herย โ guideย โ wasnโt over the age of 50 and retired. She could do without a crochet lesson.
ย ย ย beau feels overdressed.ย blend in, was her first thought, but what the hell did you wear to a museum ?ย she just dug the stuff up that was in it, not attended in fear... well, association with her mother. ANYTHING INVOLVING HER MOTHER, she wanted to be far, far away from.ย she canโt help but turn the ring on her finger as she waits, arms folded over as she leans back, boots with heels thick enough to run inย ย ย ย clicking across the floor.ย tawny colored eyes glance around the room, and with an exhale, nerves are gone. so is the identity of beau, for the time being.ย she double-checks her white tee, tucked into her jeans, oversized short sleeves hitting her elbows.
she doesnโt know why, but she suddenly leans on everything valentine had ever been taught as a child, stand up straight, first impressions are everything.ย ย she could hear her mother say little girls are from heaven, act like it.ย ย instead, her mother had gotten a daughter made of DEFIANCE and hellfire.ย unfortunately, as much as she hates associating with her mother, she had to admit it had its perks.ย fingers double-check her hair, which is in a maintained bun, as she turns the corner, fingernail digging into the corner of her paper.ย butterfly. how ironic.
she turns her head at the squeal of small children running past to get to the dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals as she snorts before dark plum stained lips twist into a small smile.ย she bites into her bottom lip, making her way over to the picture. back turned,ย โ you donโt seem like the type to sketch pictures, but then again, maybe I shouldnโt judge a book by its cover.ย โ
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