♡ @priimalurges asked: ‘ “ i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere. ” Scarlette @ Lenka (wink wonk >;3c) ’
⁚⁛☀ yeah, right, like she’s planning on going anywhere.
lenka rolls over, intertwining herself a little more in the plush silken sheets. it all feels a bit surreal. bizarre, even. she’s out of place in a room like this. everything she can see looks like it has a price tag in the thousands, and next to her clothing scrounged from dollar stores and the fake-designer handbag she dumped in the corner when they arrived last night, it’s like someone’s about to march through the door and boot her off the balcony any second. it doesn’t help, of course, that her brain won’t stop thinking about pretty woman, of all things.
eventually, though, the gentle hum of the coffee machine in another room has her sitting up in anticipation, propping herself as invitingly against the pillows as she can manage. “ I like mine with a lot of milk, ” she calls out, with no idea whether or not scarlette can actually hear her.
morning after starters. [ always accepting. ]