Serena
"...can I have your name?"
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Serena
"...can I have your name?"
“Hey! Wait, no!” Raphi slammed her palms on the door, hoping someone would hear her. “This is bad. This is really bad.”
Ever since moving to Costa Serena for college, it has become one of Gadget’s New Year traditions to ride the ferris wheel at the Harbor Carnival and today, she was about to ride her bike to the Shore so that she can carry out that tradition. Before she can leave though, she spotted a familiar face walking toward her. “Hi! I haven’t seen you since last year.” She laughed. “Okay, that was a bad joke. How were your holidays?”
Arista was on her way into the bakery, smiling and humming to herself as the sun shone down on her face. As she was lost in her own little world, she nearly bumped into the person in front of her. “Whoops,” she giggled. “Sorry about that. You okay?”
“Listen my head hurts and all of this noise isn’t really helping. So if you want to talk can we go somewhere more quiet.”
Scout, for the first time, seemed to actually be interested in the proposition unfolding before him. Still, he needed to know the risks and benefits. “What’s in it for me?”
“Is there anyone back there?”
“Look, as I’ve told you before, I have no interest in “just helping out”, okay?” Randall replied with a huff, finally looking up from his half-finished sketch of City Hall. “So if you want my help, you’re simply going to have to make me an offer I can’t refuse.”