![]() ![]() What did they add now?”ĭrew noticed his gritted teeth and quickly relaxed his jaw as a fake smile plastered over his lips. “A paper in Victorian literature and it’s influence on post modern writers.” The brunette quirked an eyebrow. It’s called Six of Crows.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh it was a YA but a pretty good one at that. “Is it? Considering how fashionable Adderall and Ritalin arw with wayward students now I would’ve thought you’d encourage Red Bull.” She joked, drinking the whole glass in two big gulps. “Please tell me it’s wedenseday because otherwise I stayed up all night writing that freaking paper for nothing because I had another day to do it…” Her eyes went to the glass and she smirked at him. “It’s Wednesday isn’t it?” Violet could feel herself starting to freak out. He stared at Violet as if she’d grown another head. “ Today isn’t Thursday?” Atticus asked softly and rubbed at his eyes, finally focusing on all that Violet had said and feeling the worry set over his mind. “Drink this now, please.” He placed his own glass of water in front of her. “You shouldn’t drink that, it’s poison.” Atty replied solemnly… forgetting for a moment that he still had a new pack of cigarettes tucked away in his briefcase. “What was the book about? And the paper, for that matter.” After asking for another glass and two coffees, he sighed. “Every year I think I’m close to finishing, they add another seven steps to get Certified.” “Well as long as you want to stay, I’m happy to be with you.” Her eyes traveled from the ceiling and down to his face, suddenly realizing how close they actually were. “Wow next time take me with you, I always forget about those and regret it later. “Thank you, that’s the best thing I’ve heard today.” Her eyes fluttered, she felt like she might fall asleep at any minute, but she also wanted to talk to Drew. “Well if it’s Karma I’m gonna have to make some deep reflecting to make sure this doesn’t happy again.” Violet murmured, pulling the blanket closer to her. Drew turned to face her, fighting the urge to move the stray hair from her face. “I’d rather be here with you.” I’m not too worried about it,” he told the ceiling. He let his head fall back next to her, picking out spots on her ceiling to stare to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling he got watching her suffer. “I’ve had the flu shot this year. ![]() And last time I checked, you aren’t.” Drew sat cross legged against the foot of the couch. ![]() She was on her way to the coffee shop when she noticed someone having a fit at their shoes “Uh are you okay? Are you fighting with shoes?” She had seen many sights in this town but someone fighting with their own shoes was a first.“Yeah,” he agreed, watching her reach for the box. “Maybe it’s karma.” He bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for being a dick about it. “You’ll be okay. Violet was out on the coffee run for the morning for everyone working at Modes, it was Edna’s round last week and it was Violets round this week. “ What is the point of forking out so much money on a pair of shoes that you can’t even walk in! Eugh, the suffering I have to go through to look good.” Deziree huffed, kicking off the heels and searching for sympathy. Or, rather, she didn’t care until she actually decided to wear them. The sales clerk tried to tell her they were too small, but she didn’t care. They were at least one size too small, but they were the last available pair closest to her size, and goddamnit she wanted them. Of course she hadn’t chosen the right shoes for running errands, because she’s never run an errand in her life. Deziree was currently stopped half-way home from the dry cleaners, clinging to a tree and trying to sort out the heel of a brand-new pair of shoes. ![]()
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