Foreign Faces || Evie + Cal
Evelyn had barely exchanged words with the lad, but their few encounters didn’t leave her furious or soaked in spilled liquor, so she figured that, at least, was as good enough reason as any to spend time with him. He’d just so happened to nearly collide with her as she’d started out on her solo adventure, insisting he join in, and she was momentarily struck with the anxiety that he wanted to join out of pity. After all, he had been one of the many witnesses that caught sight of her public humiliation last night. She’d started to protest, but the way his lips pulled tauntingly, almost a teasing smirk, had allowed her defences to fall and she’d sighed her acceptance.
She stood now, propped against the wall as she waited, stretching her further-elongated legs, her heels heavy on her feet as she pointed her toes. She reached up and ran her hand down her shoulder and scratched at her exposed back, the back of her shirt dipping dangerously lower, almost disappearing into the rise of her leather shorts. Evelyn was slowly warming up to the idea of having company, knowing that Miami was still incredibly foreign. She pushed her lips together before letting out a heavy sigh, checking her watch. She didn’t know how things worked around here, so she’d called ahead to one of the more posh restaurant/club combos and prepped them for her arrival-- It seemed silly, but one of the camera men had encouraged her to do so, reminding her who she was now.
Not that this little preparation in advance was any consolation, Evelyn was almost certain Lottie had posted the picture of her. Just as Evie was debating backing out and kicking her heels off and climbing into the nearest bubble bath, she heard the sound of heavy shoes stepping down the stairs. Evie glanced up, seeing Cal, properly dressed now, headed her way-- “Better?” Evie questioned pushing herself forward off the wall.
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