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NECRCMVNCY ; muses adored by kristina &. dependent for VALPOHQ. ⌊ twenty6, she/her, est ⎤
JAMESON “JAMIE” SOKOLOV ( tom holland ) — twenty6, he/him, & romance writer.
KATHERINE “KAIA” ALVAREZ ( rachel zegler ) — twenty2, she/her, & intermission pianist @ agustín's jazz lounge
she thinks that it's much easier to advocate for animals because of their innocence. when she was deciding on what kind of doctor she wanted to be the choice was easy. iris loved people but animals had never hurt her or at the very least never meant to harm her. she softly pets the fur and looks up at the person with a smile. "i reckon they get a lot of love and treats. i just wish they got them from a home." she had already tried talking to one of the shelters but some were so over capacity the best she could do was just TNR them. "i'm a vet," she says with another smile. "i just TNR'd this little guy so no more baby making for him," she jokes, scratching behind the ears. "what do you do aside from feeding street cats?"
for as much of an animal lover as she is and would adore having a little furry friend to cuddle up with, kaia knows her current schedule wouldn’t allow for that to happen. it wouldn’t be fair of her to bring in one of the strays or any animal for that matter when she was constantly ping ponging between school and work, then back to her apartment to eat and sleep. but it makes her happy knowing that she wasn’t the only person around her who noticed the strays and cared for them. ❝ it makes me happy whenever i see them since it means they’re resilient, but like you said, it’s also sad because they’re all adorable and deserve a warm home. ❞ kaia chews on her bottom lip as she watches the cats weave in and out between their legs. ❝ i haven’t been here that long, but do you know if there’s a shelter they could go to ?? one that focuses on rehoming them ?? ❞ the other’s mention of being a vet brings an immediate smile to kaia’s face and she looks up. ❝ that’s awesome and must be so fulfilling. not to mention being surrounded by animals all day. obviously not good for this guy here since his days of fatherhood are behind him, ❞ she jokes with a chuckle. ❝ nothing as fun really. actually … that’s not true. i play the piano at the jazz lounge which is cool and definitely a vibe on the weekends. other than it’s just school which is definitely something. ❞
⠀♡⠀ status: open! ⠀♡ ⠀location ⌲ quilpué neighborhood
the midday sun bathes abril's legs as she stretches them outwards, seated in front of one of the townhouses in her neighborhood. the rhythmic scratch of her pencil against her sketchbook was drowned out by the sound of birds and chatter from passing neighbors. abril had been practicing her portraits for weeks for a rather 'particular' client at caos tattoo. the criticism she received on her sketch's uneven eyes was enough for her to want to leak his credit card information, but she was determined to prove him wrong. in search of a muse, her eyes scan her surroundings. someone enters her peripheral, their interesting features catching abril's attention. "perfect," she whispers. as her muse begins to shift their body, she calls out to them. "could you take a couple steps to the left? the light isn't quite doing justice to your features right there," she calls out, gesturing her hand to indicate the desired direction for the shift
kaia knows that she romanticized the idea of academia and enrolling in university upon her initial arrival to town, and that is definitely coming around to bite her in the ass. for as much as her majors bring her joy, she can’t help but wonder if perhaps she was rather too ambitious in choosing to double major. the experience was nice despite feeling as though she was constantly being swatted with assignments and readings from different books. she’s on her way to the library when her phone chimes off somewhere in the depths of her bag, making her stop in the street to dig through her mary poppins size of a purse. what she’s not expecting is to be a random muse for a stranger or have said stranger call out to her with suggestions. her head shoots up, chocolate hues blinking as they settle on the person nearby. ❝ oh, i’m sorry, ❞ kaia fumbles as her brain spectacularly fails at wrapping its understanding around the peculiar nature of this interaction. even so, she follows the guidance and goes to the left. ❝ is this fine ?? i have to head over to the library, so i don’t think i can stay for longer than twenty minutes or so. are you one of those speed artists ?? ❞
"Contemplative? Definitely. Cool? Mhm…that's kinda up for debate." Aivryn jokes as she showed him the photo. She felt this undeniable ease in their conversation, as if they were old friends catching up. Aivryn believed in reincarnation and perhaps this was someone she met in her past life. "Thanks for being a good sport, by the way. Most people aren't cool with me taking their photo without asking their permission." she said, tucking her camera back into her bag. "I'm Aivryn, it's nice to meet you."
❝ i’ll have you know my mom says i always look cool. you should see my school picture day photos through the years — i’m surprised i didn’t make it on to america’s next top model, ❞ jamie replies, tone laced in playful mock-offense at the other’s words but betrayed by the smile pulling at his features. once the photo is shown to him, jamie peers over to give it a look and his eyes immediately widen. ❝ holy shit, you’re talented !! ❞ his words give him a slight pause before adding, ❝ not to sound surprised that you’re good, but more, like, surprised ‘cause i look good. ❞ jamie finds himself glad that she’s as chill as she is since he's come across some street photographers who were right assholes that tried to get him to pay for a photo he didn’t even know was being taken. even so, her comments get a casual shrug from him. ❝ with how many people are filming tiktok’s or taking photos, we’re all bound to be in the background of someone’s shot. might as well embrace it a little. ❞ jamie offers out a hand with an amicable close-lipped smile. ❝ aivryn, huh ?? that’s a sick name. i’m jamie. ❞
salem let out a small laugh, they were both in the same boat. she had almost no impulse control when it came to treating herself and seemed to be everyone's go to shopping partner back home and with everything she had going on in her personal life currently the retail therapy served as a good distraction. "you put me in a thrift store or a street market this one and i could do actual damage. so unfortunately i'm not going to be the friend to steer you away from spending a little too much." she teased before giving jamie a smile. "i'm kidding don't be sorry, but if you want we can go grab something?i'm pretty flexible when it comes to dining out. i actually wouldn't mind some coffee." salem said reassuringly.
it’s actually a bit dangerous just how often jamie found himself wandering about the street markets. he’s fortunate enough to consider writing his main job without much thought to his income since his dad was cool and sent him over money regardless. it’s a bit of a vibe being able to just be able to sit down and write, then fuck off to do whatever else to occupy his day. as of lately that meant buying himself little treats that he deemed himself worthy of for making progress on his draft, or looking at little trinkets at the market and buying what felt right. it’s what he’s actually trying to rope himself back a bit .. otherwise al and arlo wouldn’t be too happy with his findings that he brings back to the apartment. ❝ oh, trust me. i’m always the one to egg you on and say you deserve a fun treat. it makes the day more exciting. ❞ he glances over with a grin. ❝ what’s the most damage you’ve done in a day, you think ?? get anything good ?? ❞ the mention of coffee has jamie visibly perk once his mind makes the connection with a cafe sandwich or even a croissant. ❝ i’m game for a coffee run to see what they have. i’m on a hunt to find the best coffee here but it’s still an ongoing search. ❞
status / open , ( @valpostart ) location / either her place or the other muses place teehee !
the soup on the stove was boiling to the point of bubbles, which she could've sworn her tutorial said would happen. ( specifically, it said a slow boil but what was happening then was more like the race of the jets in a hot tub producing bubbles ). any confidence in her meal was quickly washed out by the pop of the soup pot boiling over. but that only seemed to be the catalyst. as she reached for the knobs to turn everything off, ignoring the burn of being splashed by the liquid battling to get out, smoke began to peak out of the oven. when the wailing of the alarm started, her own surprised scream matched its pitch as she backed away from everything. " i don’t know what i did ! " she exclaimed as she heard the rushing of footsteps entering the kitchen and raised her hands if in surrender. sariyah couldn’t pinpoint where she went wrong. perhaps the smoke pooling out from the oven like it was a magician’s trick was an accumulation of many mistakes. if she’s asked, however, she couldn’t tell you what those missteps looked like. “ what did i do ? what do i do ? i don’t know ! i didn’t mean to ! ” embarrassment overtook her as she looked to the other in the room probably wondering the same thing she was : what the hell happened ?
jamie could’ve sworn he was in the bathroom for only a handful of moments ( truthfully, he may have gotten distracted by staring directly at his pores which fueled a brief crisis over his current skincare routine and whether or not he should hunt down a nearby esthetician, but that’s neither here nor there !! ) and was completely unsure how things managed to get to where they were now. he’s out of the bathroom and back into her kitchen upon her first shout. there is a bit of a delay in what feels like the internet loading symbol above his head as he takes in the scene and what to even do. ❝ what did you do ?? ❞ jamie asks with a valiant effort of staying calm in such a situation so sariyah doesn’t get anymore stressed out. it’s really a blessing that his mom taught him how to cook as well as the ins and outs of a kitchen. specifically for instances like this so jamie doesn’t set himself on fire in his kitchen while simultaneously burning it down. ❝ is there anything in the oven ?? we may just have to open it and pray that it lets out whatever smoke that’s in there before chilling the fuck out. ❞ jamie walks over to the steaming stove in question, mild alarm written across his features but feeling at ease once he noticed that sariyah turned off the knobs. as a precaution he puts on the pot holder gloves, eyes squinting from the smoke and opening the oven with baited breath. even though he’s expecting more smoke to puff out, it doesn’t make the experience any more fun once he coughs. ❝ i was in the bathroom so i don’t know what happened. i only said to watch the pot which usually doesn’t have this type of reaction unless you have a vengeful ghost in your apartment wishing for your downfall. ❞
open ! where: casaplan !
a couple times a month he will come to casaplan with things that he's been working on. most things are experimental, and in the words of their brother samuel, 'it just sounds like a lot of noise', dante doesn't get offended by it - experimental music has a certain kind of niche that often intersects with art, and for the most part, people don't bother him, which is why they still come. by the time that their set finishes he's packing up his equipment and walking around the workshop to make sure they didn't leave anything else behind. there's a crowd that seems to rush through, dante finds himself pinned against one of the walls to let everyone through and by the time that he thinks the coast is clear he finds himself accidentally running into someone. "fuck, that's my fault." he grabs his things, setting his bulky equipment aside and helps the other up.
there’s many things kaia has come to love since arriving in valparaíso, but a standout has consistently been the musical aspect that bleeds into just about everything about the city. sure, she’s visited multiple countries when touring and that have cultural significance, but so far nothing could really hold a candle to chile. everything felt more vibrant and energetic. so much so that it feels difficult to even try to describe. kaia has made an effort on her part to be more adventurous with her time here, wanting to do more between her shifts at the jazz lounge and her studies at the university. it’s with that in mind that she was able to stumble across casaplan and the sporadic musical performances that she’s come to love. she was told about one happening today, which was how she found herself straying behind the stampeding crowd in hopes of lingering in without the anxiety of being pulled in the wave. it’s her own fault that her attention was diverted, definitely not looking at what was right in front of her when she collided with another person. the fact that she lands on the floor is embarrassing enough to try not to dwell on for long. ❝ to be fair, i was looking the complete opposite way one should when walking, ❞ kaia answers in a casual tone, a breathy chuckle passing through her lips as she lets herself be helped up. ❝ sorry for not watching where i was going and being a complete battering ram straight into you. ❞ her gaze trails to the equipment near him. ❝ do you need any help carrying those ?? it’s the least i can do. ❞
status: open @valpostart location: cerro barrón street market
"i love this place, i absolutely love it." salem said enthusiastically to the other while holding up her bag of treasures. she'd spent most of the morning at the street market shopping around for things to put in her temporary place in viña del mar to make it feel a little more like a home to her. to no surprise though she mostly purchased jewelry and a few articles of clothing for herself. "i know i'm probably going overboard and i look like such a fucking tourist but i'm a sucker for hand made things. why aren't you as excited as i am?" she said slightly offended the other wasn't sharing her excitement.
jamie’s always been the time of person who enjoys exploring whenever he’s on vacation or at a new place. his mother was the complete opposite, always having an itinerary of places she wanted to visit or dine at, and while jamie can see the appeal, nothing beats just wandering around to see what a city has to offer. that’s how he came across the street market one day and it’s become a staple for him to visit and meander about. it’s even better when you come along with a friend who can point out things he may have originally missed. ❝ i always end up walking out here spending more than i probably should have, ❞ jamie admits with a slight chuckle as he unconsciously twists one of the rings around his finger. what’s said next has chocolate hues widen and blink over. ❝ oh, shit. do i not seem excited ?? sorry. i bet your place is gonna look awesome. my stomach is kinda raging war on me right now i was just thinking about what i was gonna eat for lunch. ❞
status / open, @valpostart location / somewhere aivryn has no clue of (poor baby is lost) time / morning around 10-ish
Lost and without direction, Aivryn finds herself in a new locale far from her apartment. Just having moved to Valparaiso, she was exploring the vibrant streets all on her own. Despite the uncertainty, she embraces the colorful scenery and bustling atmosphere, and uses it as the perfect opportunity to take photos. As she snaps away, Aivryn's attention is drawn to a figure nearby. There was something about the way the light hit their face. Unable to resist, she captures the moment with her camera. The person glances her way, prompting a sheepish smile from Aivryn. "Sorry… I couldn't resist," she confesses, hoping for understanding. "You look great though," she adds, showing them the photo. With a lingering worry, Aivryn hopes her spontaneity won't earn her a negative reputation among the residents.
to be honest, jamie was kind of just futzing around without a real game plan. his afternoon was free and while he should really be working on his next manuscript line edits, his poor impulse control told him to go outside instead. so that’s where he was. the world was his oyster !! there’s an aspect to heading out with no plans that makes it all the more fun ‘cause of all the possibilities. jamie’s looking up the directions to the nearest bookstore and glances up to see if he can can a street name. that’s when he spots someone taking a photo of him. he jogs over with a grin. ❝ you’re all good, ❞ he offers, nodding to her camera. ❝ did i look cool and contemplative ?? ❞
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“ oh , i'm fine ! the doctor said all my bleeding was internal . that's where the blood's supposed to be . ”
typically an optimist, jamie can’t help the knitting of his eyebrows and head tilt at the comment. ❝ i dunno, dude, ❞ he starts awkwardly and brings up a hand to rub the back of his neck. ❝ i watched a few episodes of grey’s anatomy with my mom and that’s what the doctors said when someone was really fucked up. how’d you even end up here ?? ❞
status: open ! where: wherever it's convenient !
when iris had first gotten here it was hard for her to settle, eventually she had landed on the alley cats, and saw a problem that needed to be fixed. so, then, she set up a schedule. it seemed like so long ago now since her first TNR, and she's feeling pretty good about this next batch of cats. she has a tote bag full of their favourite food as well as some medical supplies for a couple of the elder cats that were worrying her. by the time she sets up shop the cats are already eating in their corners, she fixes up the beds that she had laid and sets little cat treats in the corners while getting the flea treatment on an unlucky cat. there's a very small black cat that rubs against her knee, she picks it up gently and holds it in her arms and smiles. "hello mr. cosmo," she ruffles the cat behind the ears, "i think you'd make someone very happy someday you know," she says, turning her head and smiling at the person walking back. iris had never been very good at socialising with humans -- animals had always been her safe place. "don't mind me," iris says awkwardly, rolling her eyes at herself, shaking her head. the cat meows and she gives one last gentle squeeze before putting him down. "i do often speak to cats as if they're tiny humans, yes," she eventually clarifies. in her opinion, they're much better company.
there was always a part of kaia that wanted to have her own pet, whether it be a dog or cat, just any animal that can be the direct recipient of her unwavering love. there’s always that bout of cute aggression that overcomes her when she just wants to mush their cheeks and pet them until her hand likely falls off. if there’s a way to go then kaia can imagine that’s the ideal way. which is why the realization since her arrival that the city has its own steady present of stray cats, was a saddening thought, but also helped give kaia another way to pass her time. that included feeding them whenever she happened to come across them and giving them pets should they allow it. kaia was on her way out to see if she could run into a few of the ones she sees on a semi-regular basis, definitely not expecting to see someone who had the same idea when she came within walking distance. unexpected but not unwelcome. ❝ they may definitely be tiny but their personalities sure aren’t, ❞ kaia replies with a chuckle and friendly smile aimed at her companion. ❝ it’s good to know i’m not the only one out here looking after them. i try to give them what i can on my way back from work, but it’s nice that you’re looking like a pro. ❞ chocolate hues watch the cats fondly, letting a few moments pass before speaking up again, ❝ do you work with animals ?? or do you just have a weak spot for cats like i do ?? ❞
as obvious as arlo was with his crush, saying it out loud still felt like he was taking it too far. at least now if things ended badly, he had plausible deniability. the embarrassment would be private; a secret only between himself, his journal, and now kaia. and he knew her to be kind even in her playfulness. she'd never make him feel stupid for putting himself out there, even if it didn't turn out the way he wanted it to. the risk of humiliation wasn't the only reason he kept his feelings to himself. he didn't want leia to feel any obligation or pressure from him. arlo knew he was a big personality with even bigger feelings. in the past, he thought he'd lost relationships because he was too laid back, didn't seem interested enough. without saying it directly, he thought if he showed without telling it would get him much further this time around. but he could never tell how much was too much, which left him in situations just like this one. having kaia with him helped ease some of that anxiety around it. at least, he thought it would. and then she started talking about flowers dying no matter. " was that suppose to make me feel better ? " he questioned, though he did have a small laugh on his lips. his returned her previous nudge with a bump of his elbow, before throwing his arm over her shoulders with a sigh. " so what you're saying it's not a gift, it's a labor ? like i give her these flowers and she's going to have to work herself to the bone in order to keep them alive ? " he tsked, a shake of his head as he flicked one of the petals. " why is this seen as a romantic gesture again ? "
having spent most of her adolescent years in the company of adults, it felt rather odd to suddenly be surrounded by people her age since arriving in the city. to make friends and to hang out doing things that people her age did. kaia doesn’t regret her time in the classical music scene — quite the contrary actually, she loves it and loves all that comes with losing yourself to the music, to something you adore so fully. but that doesn’t mean she can't say confidently that she feels like she missed out on the overall experience of growing up and being a kid. especially with the word prodigy being thrown around … which oftentimes means spending most of one's time around older adults considering she was the anomaly in most of these orchestras. kaia isn’t one to dwell on negativity much since she finds it pointless unless a lesson can be learned from it. even so, it makes her all the more appreciative of the time she’s spending with arlo. her less than platonic feelings aside, arlo was one of the first friends she made since arriving and his ability to help kaia allow herself to be goofy and to feel like a twenty-two year old and do nonsensical things that girls her age typically do. obviously arlo is not a twenty-two year old girl, but still. he has a silliness about him that reminds her of her brother and though he’s miles away, kaia is appreciative of arlo and the comfort of his friendship even if he doesn’t share the same expanse of her feelings as she does toward him. his question can’t help but emit a playful scoff as a response out of her. ❝ does it not ?? i thought i was sounding pretty poetic if you ask me, ❞ kaia answers with narrowed eyes, holding no animosity whatsoever but exaggerated melodrama. she matches his laugh with her own and allows herself to lean into his side once arlo throws his arm over her shoulder. ❝ isn’t love a task of labor in itself ?? the metaphorical garden that you have to keep watering with attention or else it doesn’t bloom ?? ❞ she asks more as a rhetorical question than anything else. ❝ i mean, flowers are pretty and it’s nice to receive pretty things. i can only speak for myself as having been the recipient of many bouquets — ❞ she cuts herself off with a slight cringe and cock of the head, angling a look up at arlo from their height difference. ❝ i mean that in a sense of work accomplishment and not like i’m some globetrotting heartbreaker. anyway, what i mean is that it’s less of the flowers themselves and more so the gesture. you thinking of someone and giving them something that made you think of them. ❞ kaia chews on her lip. ❝ what does leia like ?? if flowers aren’t her thing then what’s something that reminds you of her ?? ❞
drew peers over kaia's shoulder while she scrolls through pictures on the casa dragones website and begins teetering on his heels in excitement. "i've been to every single one since i moved here. are you familiar with clue ? as in the board game first developed in 1943 and sold on shelves beginning in 1949, not the flawless film adaptation from 1985. although i would like to know your opinion on that too if you have one. the dnd nights are fun ! i mean ... " drew pauses for the first time since he first began speaking as he shrugs. " ... could use more snacks in my humble but correct opinion, but it's not a big deal if you don't know how to play yet. omar is still learning, too. which character do you pick when you play clue ? you must have a go - to," he declares, even though he technically doesn't even know yet if kaia has ever played the game.
eyebrows knitted in concentration as she scrolls through the different photos, kaia can easily pick up on the cozy vibe that the space gives off which is why she assumes it’s so beloved. that and why so many people decide to partake in their hosted game nights. drew’s commentary gives her a moment of pause, head perking up as chocolate hues hone in on him. he’s been to every one of them ?? that warrants enough of a reason to take what he’s saying with weight. ❝ i know of the game and played it once or twice with my brother. but you’re telling me there’s a movie adaptation of this ?? how do they handle the, y’know … ❞ kaia trails off with a wave of her hand as she tries to find the rest of her thought. ❝ the motive and who and what and where and all that jazz. isn’t the point of the game is that it changes ?? ❞ she imagines it must be good for drew to speak so highly of it. ❝ everything in dnd seems so well thought out and intricate that it’s intimidating. kind of like when my brother tried getting me into reading spiderman comics — hard to know where to start when there’s so much. ❞ kaia shrugs. ❝ i usually went for mrs. peacock since she seemed cool to me. is there a character analysis to that ?? ❞
STATUS: closed // MUSES: kaia & your choice @hntedhouse
❝ have you ever been to one of those board game nights at casa dragones ?? ❞ kaia asks all the while scrolling through the photos on the website. she’s seen it in passing on multiple occasions, but never bit the bullet and went inside. so investigating online was the next best option. ❝ the nights they do them usually coincide with my shifts at agustín’s. i’ve debated going to the dnd nights, but it seems intimidating since i’ve never played before. ❞
leon chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, "i really wasn't apparently. i'm the worst," he grins, already answering kaia's question even though she just asked him not to do that. "oh okay," the blond nods and steps out of the car. the sun is shining bright and the heat is unbelievable. "sunscreen. we should buy more sunscreen as well," he says. the man waits for kaia to get out of the car so they go to the grocery shop across the street. "what kinda snacks are you thinking? i want those superochos they sell here. i've always been obsessed with them. it's basically wafer and chocolate and cream- well, not cream perse. but... you'll see what i mean once you try it."
amusement easily washes over kaia as leon answers her regardless and she can only shake her head with a growing grin on her features. ❝ you sure know how to flatter a girl, ❞ kaia teases, tossing a glance over her shoulder to leon as she gets out of the car. she’s still gaining her footing around valpo, discovering places she likes and which shops to frequent, but this one store in particular stood out as a favorite. even from her first week of arriving in the city, spending that time subsequently wandering her way into familiarity with the layout. ❝ i agree with the sunscreen. you look like you may burn a bit easy and turn into larry the lobster from spongebob. ❞ his question regarding snacks has kaia silently consider her game plan. ❝ to be honest, i was just going in and seeing what they had and what spoke to me. sometimes the best snacks call out to you in the moment. ❞ she looks over at the mention of the candy with interest etched onto her features. ❝ i can’t say i’ve ever tried one of those … let alone heard of them before, but i’m open to trying. is it similar to a kit kat ?? ❞
STATUS: closed // MUSES: jamie & your choice @scmantic
❝ do you think the dog owner’s club takes volunteers ?? ❞ jamie asks aloud as the thought comes to him. there’s a group of people with their respective dogs walk to what he assumes to be the rendezvous point. it reminds him a bit of that scene from 101 dalmatians where the owners resemble the dogs they care for. ❝ i don’t have a dog and i definitely don’t have the time to own one, but do you think, like, i could tag along and walk someone's dog ?? i feel like i give off chill vibes that they’d know i’m normal and just wanna play with a dog and not steal it. ❞
# open starter ! location : aire libre's romance-a-thon night, february 4th.
“ i mean, don't get me wrong— ” he mutters, earning a few shushes from the people around trying to watch shrek without interruption. manu tries again, dropping his voice even lower. “ i like the movie, but i'm a bit lost. how is this a romantic movie? ” unfamiliar with the movie, he's unable to grasp the connection between the plot of shrek and the atmosphere of romance the movies are supposed to portray.
jamie’s attention span is mediocre at best, oftentimes feeling like he’s in a battle with his own brain to get it back on the right track to finish whatever task he was doing. in this case with shrek it’s not too immediate of a cause as jamie shuffles around his bag of popcorn looking to see if the concession attendant listened when he requested extra butter. jamie almost misses the comment from his companion and it takes a moment for his brain to comprehend. chocolate hues blink up and turn to him. ❝ don’t fiona and shrek fall in love ?? i guess that qualifies as a romance movie, ❞ jamie offers as an explanation, paired with a light shrug of his shoulders. ❝ he’s ugly and green and she’s a princess, so i guess it’s love against odds even if the dude you fall in love with is an ogre. ❞
