dressed to kill , as gen would most probably describe herself , she slams the door behind her , before standing still as eyes examine her surroundings and soon retreating to grab a coat that could keep her warm enough for a night that , in her mind , is going to be longer than most . without further ado and no matter the distance , the girl proceeds to walk towards her friend’s residence , eyes casually resting on the screen of her phone , digits scrolling down endlessly , only for a gasp to escape her lips at the very thought of texting in advance , instead of banging on the door like countless times before . ‘ i’ll be there in 5 get any kind of alcohol out cause we need to work on our pregame x ’ a short , sweet and informative text message is sent with a tap of her thumb and it only takes a couple of minutes for her to reach the one destination she’s been after . her knock on the gate is much more gentle , but as one would expect , she’s quick to chime in with a few words of her own . ‘ i’m not carrying anything this time , but still open this door right now , my stomach is growling . please ? ’ / @rosaliefms
