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Mateo was sitting down in his studio located on the boulevard. He looked at the blank canvas through his splayed fingers, trying to figure out how to get rid of his block.
Rowan had just gotten off work and it was such a long day he didn't even feel the need to change out of his coach uniform. He walked into the nearest diner he could find and took a seat. He grabbed a menu and ordered himself a coffee as a starter. He gripped the warm cup tightly and took a deep breath before turning to the person next to him. "Have you ever just wanted to quit your job and start over?"
❝ perdón, lo siento, ❞ eloise turns to the person behind her in line with an apologetic smile as she ruffles through her purse for that extra dollar. ❝ sorry, i know i have enough, i swear !! ❞ is this what her pursuit for independence from her family has driven her to? not being able to afford an iced coffee?
Ricky was never much of a reader. But, with the news of the town murders spread across the pages of the local paper, Ricky found the headlines more entertaining than anything on television. Sitting on the steps of the neighbourhood corner store, his concentration shifted from the paper to the passersby coming in and out of the door. “Between you and me, I think that weird dude with all the cats did it,” Ricky commented to the other walking by as the peered over the top of the page. “Then again, maybe it might be you.”
‘’-- - I told you, I CAN drink anyone under the table.’’ Though there was clearly no sight of paparazzi, a few locals whipped out their phones to take pictures of the scene taking place. The former reality star was unfazed as always. ‘’What else can I kick your ass in??’’
perhaps she doesn’t realise how horrendously obvious she is ––– sat front and center on a barstool at sandy’s, it’s apparent by her calculus homework spread out on the bar’s counter in front of her that madelaine isn’t nearly old enough to be in a bar. or alternatively –– maybe she doesn’t quite care about the four long years that lay between her and her first legal drink. at the same time, she doesn’t quite care about the attention she’s garnered with her illegal presence, either.
Quincey was roaming the park, something she liked to do in her free time; swinging on the swing set or feeding the geese. Sometimes she would take pictures of the passersby and scenery during storms and the like. Today her subjects were the clouds forming a storm. She walked back up the hillside and spotted someone watching the storm clouds too.
“Did you know when it rains it means there’s a drought somewhere else in the world?” she asked absently.
Eddy sat in the diner with a stack of papers in front of him. He was grading the pop quiz he gave his students that day. It shocked him to how many students didn’t do the reading assignment he gave to them the day before. Eddy sighed softly as he marked another zero on the test. A couple minutes went by and he realized someone else joined him in his booth. “Can I help you?”