HM IMPISH AND “Don’t look at me like that.” I LOVE MY GORLLL 🤩
AAAA TYSM‼️‼️ She loves u too ☺️👉👈💗
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She took in a deep breath of the familiar air and released it with an 'aah'.
New York City, New York. Impish's hometown.
Karlie was currently at darling café. She sat outside on the patio of the shop, sipping out of Vanilla Cappuccino.
A lovely place for a casual meeting with lockdown. One of the best operatives when it comes to protection to VILE.
The faculty instructed that the two of them have a big "art project" to do in Queens. Discussing "where they'll get the art products" and "what the painting will be" face-to-face would be the best way to plan.
Besides, he's helped her many times. This would be a great time and place to thank him as well.
Before that, she's going to bark at him for being 15 minutes late. For a man who works with numbers, you think he'd have a good sense of time.
Instantly, a certian blondie with red glasses entered her vision. He wore a stunning black jacket that was complimented with the white dress shirt. There was a a plethora of golden necklaces dangling from his neck.
Thank goodness he didn't wear a sweater, like usual.
Once he sat down in the opposing chair, she opened her mouth before he could've had the chance.
"You're late." she teased with a soft grin. Liam's eyebrows furrowed at the slight disrespect coming out of her mouth. He looked around before forming his snarky rebuttal.
"There's streets upon streets. How could you not get lost?" he argued.
"It's a grid system. You're at 12th and 18th and wanna get to 13th and 25th? One north and seven east." the woman taunted. She was clearly enjoying one-upping the egotistical, handsome man.
The same man rolled his eyes before lifting a brow. "You know quite a lot about the big apple. How come?"
Wasn't it obvious? "I grew up here, genius." She responded. Though Karlie was expecting something along the lines of "HaH, i KnEw It." to come out of the blond's mouth, there was only silence.
"Don't look at me like that." the mixed woman ordered. She will be respected and that won't change just from where she was born.
"Oh. Apologies, it's just..so dirty." Before she killed him, Liam continued to ramble. "There's dust and ash everywhere. A pigeon almost shat on my shoulder, this is Ferragamo!" he complanied.
All Impish could do was snicker at the uptight gentleman. "Better get used to it, Sweetheart." She retorted. "Before someone asks for your shoe size."
"Now, do you have any ideas for the painting?"