juliana can’t help the smile curling on her lips at the bouncy blondes attitude — adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she releases a laugh. “very uh, gaga.” she nods, shaking her head. interesting choice of words, but guesses it’s some sort of english lingo. rubbing her lips together, she pushes strands of chocolate colored hair over her shoulder. “i should warn you, i’m pretty much the master of twister.” years and years of ballet and gymnastics would do that to you. “and i’m excited to meet your mom too! she sounds nice. what time should i head over?”