@mischicvous / zach quinn
leaving the house, she had felt adorable. now, by the end of the night not so much. adriana felt burned out. bitter. frustrated. stood up like an ordinary girl by a man she had only used in the first place. considering noah had only been a tool to begin with, it really shouldn’t hurt that much to see him walking away from her. but the brunette was terrible when it came to dealing with rejection so naturally her mood was down. there was some pasta left on her plate but she didn’t really feel like finishing it now. it was embarrassing enough that the guests of the restaurant had watched the scene between her and noah. they didn’t need a chance to pry on her little pity party too.
and just as she was thinking that, the reason for it all joined her at the table.
brown hues were directed at him. she stared at him coldly, the massive storm of feelings hidden well behind a large wall. “what?” she spat out like bile as er eyes sent daggers at zach. he must love this. he must love seeing her like this. especially considering his date seemed to still sit at the table they had been dining at. great. just fcking great how life once again had chosen to make her look like a clown.










