para|| On the Wings of Change: Santana/Mason, 10/10/2015
Santana sat at the base of the Old Man Statue in Wilde Square, contemplating the people as they walked by. She had work in a little bit, but she still probably should grab a bite to eat before heading over. For most of the summer, she’d spent a lot of her meals at Neptune’s Trident or Style and Glaze, making good use of the fact that her boyfriend and best friend made excellent munchies. And through September, she’d still done the same, even as the numbers lessened with so many residents heading off to school. And then her birthday had come and gone.
Santana had no desire to go to Luxsit-- she didn’t have any reason to sit in a stuffy classroom and learn things she was never going to need to know. She tolerated being on ROTC because she always enjoyed pissing off Darling, and hell, she’d admit it-- she still hadn’t let go of the idea of being reunited with Britt by becoming a Suit herself. Plus the workout was damned good for her.
But she felt a little on-edge since her nineteenth birthday had come and gone, and while she couldn’t really identify the source of the feeling, it had been enough that she’d taken to trying to roaming the town-- avoiding places where she had instant links and people-- in order to try to shake the restlessness. The town square was kind of dull, but a lot of people did walk by. Maybe she could at least find someone to mock.
A body slid into the seat beside her, about forty percent confidence and sixty percent uncertainty. Throw in the slight ruffle of his feathers behind him, and the Latina didn’t even have to glance in her peripheral vision to guess who was there.
“What are you doing here Chicken?”