closed: @elizamoore
location: peach hollow country club; yoga studio
“Look- I’m fine, battled it out with dad and everything is fine,” Angel sighed. The instructor threw glares at the girls who had been chatting basically all class, but with five minutes left- she could deal with it. Angel shot her a glare and she moved on to the next position. Was she downplaying the fight with her father- of course she was, but Liza didn’t need Barbosa drama on her hands. Besides- Angel didn’t want to talk about it anymore, she was tired of the flowers and food people were sending to the house like her mother was already dead. The stares of sympathy, it was fucking bullshit. “We are getting coffee after this right?”
“Okay, good. I was just checking. You know you can talk to me about anything if you ever need to, right?” She said with a small smile, hoping that she could provide some comfort to Angel. Eliza moved to the next position, getting comfortable before returning her full attention back to Angel. The two probably shouldn’t have talked through the entirety of the class, but they, as usual, had lots to talk about. “Please. I can’t imagine all of this work and not getting coffee afterwards. That should be illegal,” she said with a small laugh.











