Food For Thought. || Dawn and Vanessa
An accurate description for how Dawn felt at this very moment would be nothing other than frustration. After a particularly hard debate with her roomate over the rooms current state, she had been forced to "organize" the "pig stye" they were aparently living in. After missing her valentine's date with Vanessa, she had promised her they would go to lunch, but with the current state of the room, a dinner date could only be a dream.
It was especially hard to clean with her roomate watching, and even after excusing herself to the kitchen, she could feel eyes on her. Dawn was half an hour into making a dish before she realized she didnt have a clue to what Vanessa would like to eat. She reluctantly threw the peanut butter stew away, and opted for a much lighter- and prettier- fruit salad.
Vanessa said she would get some drinks, but Dawn piles a couple water bottles into her duffle anyways. There's a blanket rolled in there too, and then napkins and plates, and even some vegan cookies she had made yesterday. The bag was enormous compared to her tiny stature, but she drags it along until she's able to reach Vanessa's dormitory.
Huffing out a labored breath, she knocks on the door, "Hello? Vanessa, Are you ready?"