{Open: 𝓴𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪}
Keira had a soft spot for Bluey’s. Sure, it was a business, and ultimately the goal was to milk her wallet dry - but she was happy for that to go on one reasonably-priced milkshake at a time if they all tasted as good as that sweet sweet blend of chocolate and espresso. She needed the homely atmosphere, and the caffeine boost more than she’d even realised.
...That was probably why she’d ended up falling asleep at her table.
In the background, somebody set down some dishes, and the clink was enough to wake Keira with an abrupt start. “Oh, shit--” she breathed, the air rushing from her lungs as she flailed into consciousness. Warmth rushed to her cheeks, and so did her hands, brushing back the hairs that stuck to her after being smushed between her face, and the notebook in front of her. “...Oh, shit…” she repeated, far more bleakly as she tried to straighten out the crinkled pages she’d used as a pillow. She whined a little in frustration - she’d taken those notes with painstaking accuracy only to gussy up the pages - and looked up, only to find herself caught in an untimely bout of eye contact. “Oh shit,” she muttered once again, officially stewing in her embarrassment. “...Please pretend you didn’t see… any of that,” she requested, in a rare display of meekness.











