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sunlight poured down on californiaâs bustling streets today. it was only noon, but the french belle has come to realize in her four years of residency that it didnât matter what time of day, people had places to be in this city. thatâs one of the reasons she loved it; hard to be tracked down in a crowd, after all. but the traffic ? atrocious. odette preferred the sidewalks instead.  â bye, case,  â she smiled at the ten year old who was stepping out of her ballet slippers. a fond tug at the otherâs pigtail in passing, earning her a cute giggle before stepping outside the studio. already, the heat attacked her. she was in layers, after all, wearing a large the smithâs shirt over her leotard & tights. luckily, work wasnât too far from home so she trekked the few blocks, doe eyes scanning every restaurant on her way. to cook or to not cook. she was leaning towards the latter, already ravished by the thought of maybe fettuccini alfredo by the time her petite figure neared the links  ----  â oof,  â pushed back a bit by the impact, her dufffle bag naturally slips from dainty shoulder, dropping with a thud to the ground. she glanced up quickly, trying to focus on what just happened & realizing that thing she ran into was another body. flushing hotly,  â  âm so, so sorry. that was really my fault.  â instantly crouching to help retrieve their things. @twenty3startersâ
