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“so sorry i’m late.” are her first words through the door, rushing in with a disgruntled expression, apologetic tone. it’s only by a few minutes, less than fifteen, even; but nicola values her time, and she’s certain other people do, too, which is why she tries her best to stay punctual –– without, however, taking into account how the universe occasionally conspires against her. “fucking uber drivers can drive me fucking insane, sometimes; i hope i didn’t keep you waiting too long.” the studio’s empty, save her and the fiery haired artist, and as soon as nicola readies her things by the keyboard she glances up at ezra, features softened in a warm, slightly excited smile; one of the things she’s most grateful to the b side for is the opportunity for friendship with talented and powerful women –– ezra is no exception, and nicola can’t help the endearment she feels towards the older girl, just as passionate about the music as she is. “you have anything new written up ?” she asks, fingers running across the keys effortlessly, softly. “i think i’ve got something you might like; was wondering if you could sing out the lyrics for me.”
