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susieblcke:

Susie stood in the middle of the aisle, an obvious look of confusion on her face. “Would you rather go with sturdy, plain lookin’ wine glasses or these fancy lookin’ ones with sparkles on them that will probably break quicker…” she trailed. “These are the kinds of questions I’m faced with daily.”

“Definitely whichever ones the break quicker doesn’t apply to,” Annika replied, not even having to glance at the glasses to have an answer. “Do you know how many wine glasses I’ve shattered in my time? Too many.”

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emilysullivan:

“I have never planned weddings, but my grandmother gave me two palettes to work with, this one and this one, she wants all to be more pastels and whatnot, but, for the love of me, I cannot pick which one I should go for. So I am requiring an opinion, and I am really sorry to bother you, but I need to hear what someone else thinks.”

“Oh, don’t ask me - I’m so not the one to go to for weddings. Every wedding I’ve been to, I honestly couldn’t tell you much about. I get drunk. Really drunk. Every time,” Annika answered, giving the two color palettes a courtesy glance and not much more. “Gets real awkward when I’m hired as a photographer,” she joked - she had only ever shot one wedding and it had been as a total favor for a friend. Luckily. So not her thing.

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deon-solomon:

He jogged to catch up to the sound of the red line screeching into the station. Digging through his pockets, he disregarded his coat altogether and flung it over his shoulder, searching for his Charlie card and producing a fistful of change and lifesaver mints instead. “Dang,” he muttered, patting each side of his pants, his t-shirt pocket, finally fishing it out of the inside flap of his jacket and, with a sigh of relief, tapped through the turnstile. He leaped onto the congested car seconds before the doors yawned shut. “Shit,” he chuckled, thankful his shirttail hadn’t caught between the door flaps. Stretching out, he accidentally lifted his elbow to far out; too high; giving the passenger next to him a healthy tap. “Oh, my bad. You good?”

Annika owned every inch of her almost six feet, unlike a lot of taller girls - a shame, if you asked her. Being tall was a true privilege. However, that did mean in situations like this, crowded subway train and swinging elbows, her face got put in way too much danger. And she was protective of her face. She let out a little yelp, managing to jerk back so the elbow got the side of her head instead of say, her nose, letting out a low laugh afterwards. “You playin’ with fire with that one,” she commented to the male, popping her earbuds out to speak to him.

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hellomybombshells

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sky-bates:

Being new to a city was something that always excited Skylar. He was constantly on the move with both of his parents being in the military. The young male was used to moving, but was always so excited when he got the opportunity to do it again. He’s been to many cities around the world and Boston was one that he has had on his bucket list for a long time. He was happy going, walking with his iced latte. he then saw someone in front of him and he decided to walk up to them, “Hi! How was heaven when you left it?” he asked them as he giggled and then shook his head. “Sorry, that was so bad. I’m Skylar.”

“That was terrible,” Annika deadpanned, her expression not changing as she looked over at the kid who had spoken. “Truly. You should be embarrassed that you even said that out loud.”

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maggiefowler:

“So… my car was broken into.” She sighed, shaking a little. “I called the police. It just freaked me out.”

“Well, I mean....regardless of whether or not it freaked you out, that is what you’re supposed to do when something gets stolen.”

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jamescarnahan:

With a heavy sigh, James rubbed his temples in annoyance. After dealing with a rather difficult case, all he wanted as to be at the bar and drinking. It was a particularly daunting case and James had just about enough of it. “I’ll get another whiskey sour,” he mumbled after waving down the bartender. When he noticed someone sitting beside him, James chuckled. “You look worse than me and here I thought I had a rough day.”

Annika’s head snapped towards the direction of the face, giving him a look over her shoulder. “Excuse you?” she said, shaking her hair back as she looked back towards her drink. “That’s rude, and also just factually incorrect. I look great today.”

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