The Reusable Cup Is Warm In Her Hand As She Exits The Coffee Shop, On Her Way Back To The Apartment She

the reusable cup is warm in her hand as she exits the coffee shop, on her way back to the apartment she shared with apollo when she bumps into his ex-girlfriend. " charlotte, hi. long time no see, " nova smiles, genuinely happy to see the other though it is, admittedly, a little awkward. " how've you been ? " bumping into one another seems to be their thing, though before it was accidental meetings in her kitchen when she couldn't sleep. there'd been many a night they'd found themselves there for prolonged time, though it all seems such a distant memory now. closed ft. @charlottehttp

there’s a spring in her step, almost always is. a buzz that constantly bounces off of her as she struts around in a world that’s totally and completely her own. it’s not somewhere she frequents, not one single inch of her skin marked with ink. what she is, is a businesswoman always looking to grow. “ no actually, i have a great sense of direction. ” soon pulls a small bundle of flyers out of her bag and hands them over in his direction, design bright and eye catching just like her current outfit. “ i’m planing a mixer. you know, just a casual little get-together for the singletons of palmview, and i was wondering if you could kindly put one of these in the window. maybe hand a few out. ” noa offers him a smile, one that’s gotten her her way far too much over the years. hopes it will again as she pairs it with a doe-eyed stare. “ please. ”

hum of the tattoo machine was a comforting soundtrack in his brightly lit studio , focused on the delicate lines of a dragon tattoo he was inking onto a client’s forearm . the bell above the door jingled , and in walked @dreamerfms , a whirlwind of energy dressed in vibrant colors . seeing her in his studio caused him tilt his head in confusion , finally finishing up the piece and wrapping it for his client before walking into the small waiting area . " you lost or somethin' , princess ? " he questions her , leaning against the counter some with his arms crossed over his chest .

and if love was contagious, i might be immune to it.

pains like cold water, your brain just gets used to it.

-Noah Kahan

by now, waking up to rhodes in his bed is more entertaining than unexpected. for two people who claim to despise each other, it sure seems to happen semi-regularly. " figures, " kingsley mutters to himself as he pushes into a seated position, giving rhodes a nudge as a smug smirk awakens sleepy features. " good morning, sleepyhead. looks like someone’s better judgment failed them yet again, huh ? or maybe I’m just too irresistible for you to contain yourself ? " closed ft. @rhodesshephard