bringing a swimsuit was the last thing evie expected for the middle of march, still much too cold in new york and she doubted that stockholm was any warmer, but hey. there was a spa and a pool, so why the hell not? now, she was in that pool, heated, indoors, and utterly empty besides her. she didn’t have a problem with the rest of the untouchables, but things could be loud and eventually grind on her nerves. this might be just what she needed. an endless week of partying, drama she could safely observe from the outside, and a flowing supply of alcohol. this was where her new album would be composed in no time.
when the door to the pool opened, evie resisted the urge to groan, to roll her eyes, and closed her ever present notebook. she pushed it away, far away from where the water could make the pages swell and the ink run. when she saw who it was that had come in, she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. don’t look in the notebook. hopefully she’d cultivated a reputation that anyone who looked in her notebook might not live to tell the tale.
she didn’t speak right, sticking the pen she’d been using into the bun in her hair and leaning back. “hey,” she hummed, closing her eyes.
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