tucked in the far corner of a local café she made the habit of frequenting as often as she could, cairo reclined in her chosen armchair, legs folded under her and a probably too large cup of coffee on the table in front of her, script laying in her lap and no intention of moving in the near future. just because she'd opted to study mortuary science didn't mean she was willing to leave the theatre in the past, so she was taking both the time and the quiet to learn her lines. that was, until she heard what she considered to be the all too familiar footsteps against the hardwood floors.
a small, almost inaudible groan escaped her lips before she could suppress it, a flash of red catching her eye. she never used to mind the colour, but she found her distain growing each passing year - if she was feeling dramatic, which she was, she'd even say by the day. passive by nature, cairo wasn't one to have enemies, not ordinarily, but there was something about the other that got under her skin in a way no one else did. it could be that no matter what she did or where she went, the girl's presence always had to make itself known; or it could be because she was always there, poised to one-up her. either way, she was like a haunting. whatever rivalry was between them, cairo knew it couldn't be healthy, yet that fact did nothing to stop her. "i'm surprised they let you out in the daylight," she quipped, gaze not wavering from the words on the page. as petty as it was, she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of looking up, not yet. @eternalnicwrites
