for @roarkexa !
ah, just who hana’s been looking for all weekend. hana pulls out a folded, almost crumpled, sheet of paper from the tommy hilfiger magazine bag she uses for school and walks straight up to roarke. “hey, ro-ro,” she greets, all fake smiles and artificial warmth. the silly nickname is a taunt, not an act of familiarity. “how’s college, huh? i sure hope you don’t have any assignments due this week, because i have something for you, and i need it by tuesday.” it’s not a question, but a command. hana holds out the paper with her brief on it to him. “you can, like, embroider, right?” she doesn’t wait for an answer. “good. sew me some flowers.”
















