francesca & BRYNN !
brynn opens her mouth to argue before catching the subtle smile on francesca’s lips. “ha ha, you’re so funny,” she says with an eye roll, a smile of her own slipping through in spite of herself. “the one day i don’t have a bobby pin,” she muses, backtracking to francesca’s original thought. her hair’s usually piled on top of her head to keep it out of her face and off her neck, but today it flows free. she pushes untamed curls back, wishing for even a wimpy elastic to pull it back; she feels strangely exposed having her hair loose. “service keeps cutting out whenever i try to text someone, too.”
the smile on brynn’s face makes francesca want to smile more, but she tries to temper herself --- the more she slips, the faster ( and harder ) she’ll fall. and yet, she can’t help but hear brynn’s request for a bobby pin. she purses her lips and pulls an elastic off her wrist. she wishes she’d somehow foreseen this coming and put her hair up this morning, but she’d let it hang in loose curls instead. still, she always kept a hair tie on her wrist for emergencies. she holds the elastic out to the other girl. “here --- this is all i have, but...” a slight shrug of the shoulders. “maybe it’ll help.” at brynn’s comment, francesca pulls out her own phone to check if she has any better luck with her phone, but after trying to send a quick text to spencer that doesn’t go through, she realizes that brynn was right. “okay, so the phone’s out. we’re gonna have to figure out another way. you know how to pick locks?” she’s half-teasing, but part of her hopes brynn does has a hidden lock-picking skill no one knows about. that would make things almost too easy.
