#pbrstart

[reyanshveer-blog]

“What do you think? Granted, it looks a bit horrific, the scratches on my face... but I hear people find that stuff attractive. I could try my luck tonight at a club, maybe someone might dig these battle scars... They wouldn’t need to know Yoda scratched me while I was trying to give him a bath.”

[sparklingtempest-blog]

The telemarketing agency Tempest worked for required her to wear -- horror of all horrors -- a uniform. Flat shoes. A red polo shirt. Khakis.

If misery built character, Tempest thought, she’d qualify for sainthood by the end of the year.

Her shift had ended five minutes ago, which left her an hour before she had to get to class. There wasn’t enough time to go home to change, and there was no way in hell she was showing up to class looking like this. Fortunately, though, she’d planned for this.

Her real outfit in her tote bag, Tempest asked the first person she saw after coming out of work.

“Hey -- I need to change, like, right now, before anyone I know sees me. Is there someplace close by with a public restroom or whatever?”

[rileyevanssss-blog]

With ten million things on her mind, Riley strolled the streets of downtown enjoying an impromptu food truck festival. Though it was her first real day off in two weeks, she couldn’t help but keep a tight hand on her phone as she waited for the inevitable call that would take her back to the station. You need to relax, she told her herself over and over again.

As she took a look at a Korean barbecue, she decided that’s the place she’d stay. “Have you had food from this one before?” she casually asked the person in front of her, curious if they’d suggest something good.

[carter-rose]

Carter stood in front of the mirror in the shop, staring at herself in the dress she found on the rack and had to try on. However, she couldn’t decide whether or not she liked how it fit her. While it hugged her waist, it didn’t seem to fit her shoulders well and while she liked the colours of the dress separately, she didn’t know how she felt about them being used together. In the reflection, she found someone looking through the racks behind her. The girl spun around, wearing a small smile. “Hi,” she called softly. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but what do you think of this?” she gestured to the dress, slightly worried for the answer she was going to receive.

[leilahashem-blog]

“I should’ve brought the damn sunglasses,” Leila muttered as she made her way through a group of people she believed to be tourists; the dilating eye drops her doctor had used during the examination had left her vision blurry and her eyes light sensitive. She was well aware she should’ve asked someone to come and pick her up but somehow that had escaped her mind. And now, well, now she was in a situation where she couldn’t risk crossing the road. Spotting a face she hoped to be a friendly one, Leila stopped dead in her tracks. “Hi, excuse me. Do you think you could sort of walk with me for a bit? I know that’s a weird question but I just had an eye examination and I don’t see very well.”

[isaiahkhoury-blog]

Isaiah stood in line at the Starbucks between his apartment complex and school. He had projects to look over and grade for the next day, so he needed an after work caffeine fix to get him through it all. He stepped forward as the person in front of him moved the line closer to the counter and tapped his toe absentmindedly. The person at the counter was ordering multiple drinks, holding up the line a bit, so he turned to the person behind him. “Have you tried their new drinks yet? I hear the Matcha Lemonade and Hazelnut Mocha Macchiato are good.” 

[sparklingtempest-blog]

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