so /invasive/, isn't she ? reaching out to caress the arm of someone she has seen often, but still remains no more than a familiar stranger. her touch lingers, as if getting the feel of the fabric. and of course, that curl of painted lips, a smile as she stares up through her lashes. ' i like your jacket. my boyfriend's from miami. '
it’s been two weeks , now , since they all loaded up their shit into that ugly-ass painted van and toted their way across the country to yet another place where the sun never stops shining. though , corey is convinced thus far that los angeles has way more to offer than miami ( which is much smaller ) , and she isn’t sure whether she’s excited about that or not. keeping that thought.
girl’s got half a red twizzler sticking out from past her lips , the other end remaining inside teeth , being gnawed on every few seconds or so. the touch to her arm is a bit of a startle , causing her eyes to travel quickly from their focus on a green head of lettuce lying in produce and to the face . . . of someone rather familiar. heart stops. “ really ? ” brows raise. no hint of a smile just yet - or is there ? it’s hard to tell. “ that’s so cool - really. he have a name ? ”
