as per usual, whatever hell the previous night would have given her, not a lick of it showed on the young woman’s face. she strode about town like a woman on a mission. except there is no mission. unless it was to look good, in which case bianca is excelling greatly. but a regular day is a regular day and she’s in the cafe, ordering her usual. “you’d think that after last night, the whole town’s vibe would be off, but i feel strangely..normal.” she notes as she frowns and swipes her card. bianca glanced at the other. “slightly hungover, but that’s par for the course. anyway, how was your night?” really, if she wasn’t trying so hard to avoid work, she wouldn’t be so chatty. ( closed; @feyremarlowex )















