@angelomrtti
Barely in town for twenty-four hours, Veronica had been caught up on the dramatic arsonist reeking havoc in Westport. It was a tragedy, sure but more weighing on her mind was how quickly her roommate had set her nerves ablaze. A step through the door and already the screeching commands of cleanliness reached her ears. Unwilling to deal with anything that incited more frustration, she sought refuge at Lucky’s. Or at least hoped too. Bubble gum popped between her lips while music blasted through headphones, only to be interrupted by the sudden jolting in her shoulder. A reminder that personal space did not exist in Westport. “Fucking hell, watch where you’re going.” Curses muttered under her breath until eyes reached those of the wall she collided with. “Angel...” A moment of softness as recognition swirled, perhaps a twitch in the corners of a smile before it faded into the memory of the present. “What? You forget how to walk in a straight line or something?”
