* // ♦︎ it was @iskragill at the ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴛ !
valentine vega never bit her nails. it was a bad habit she had suffered when she was younger, and her mom insisted that it cease immediately. despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop, and so her mom started painting valentine’s nails with a bitter tasting polish, in order to discourage the girl from biting. it worked, and she stopped within a week, allowing her to venture into acrylic and gel nails. despite the gel polish that was on them in this moment, her nails found their way to her teeth.
she absentmindedly checked her phone as a means to distract herself from focusing on the incident, before ordering her usual peppermint vanilla latte, and stepping off to the side to wait for her drink to be made. she found herself next to iskra, and offered the girl a small smile. “hey,” she said, sliding her phone into her back pocket. “what did ya order?”