The Comment Causes Her Grin To Widen, A True Sense Of Warmth. " Well, At This Rate It Seems Like My Soulmate

the comment causes her grin to widen, a true sense of warmth. " well, at this rate it seems like my soulmate might not come until my next lifetime, so if that's the case marrying my platonic one seems like the only suitable option. " besides, she really wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with poppy by her side— plans to do so anyway, with or without marriage. " right ? so soft, i need it. which colour would you want ? they have black, oyster— which is really more of a subtle pink, very chic— navy, caramel or ivory, though i'll be honest the ivory is very much giving bride-to-be vibes. probably not the best choice for avid red wine drinkers. " noa sits on her knees on the bed, opens up the lid of the skincare tub, gently scoops some of the mask onto the brush. when poppy's words sink in, her eyes gloss over, lip slightly pouted. " poppy, " her voice is soft, emotion clear. " it's eight in the morning, why are you trying to make me cry ? " teases, begins to put the mask onto the others skin. " i'm thankful for you too. sometimes i think knowing i'm coming back here to you is the only thing that stops me from having, like, fifty breakdowns per day. let's promise, right here and now, to never, ever, let anything come between us, okay ? also, don't be alarmed if your face tingles a little. it happened to me when i first used it too. but the next day ? glow like you've never seen before. totally worth it. "

poppy watched noa spring into action, soft smile on her lips. "i'd marry you if you'd let me." she teased, sitting up a little straighter as noa gathered all of the necessities. "no i was literally looking at those during my usual nightly doomscroll.. they look so fucking comfy." the redhead hums softly as she takes a sip of her coffee, grabbing the headband from the other as she comes back over. its their usual routine and she absolutely loves it. she doesn't know how she did without noa. the two meshed so quickly right away and it really made poppy feel like she actually had a sister. slipping the headband on, she grinned brightly at the other. "hey, im thankful for you. know that ?? and not just for your amazing skincare assistance.. im thankful i've got the most amazing best friend ever."

he nods, in agreement until he isn't. stops a little dramatically and there's a look of sheer horror on his face. " define fruit cake ? are we talking actual chunks of fruit in the cake, or are we talking, like . . . a nice strawberry filling ? 'cause i don't fuck with dried fruit in my cake like that. raisins look like tiny little rat turds. " ace listens intently now, because of course this is the kind of conversation he tunes into. " okay, first of all, people actually wake up at six in the morning ? that itself should be illegal. and second of all, i agree, and i really don't get it because, realistically, pizza always tastes better in the morning. especially when it's been left in the box from the night before and it's cold. double points if you're hungover, because everything tastes better when you're hungover. that's just fact. "

               the  sweetness  of  the  cake  makes  tastebuds  burst  with  happiness,  a  soft  moan  of  satisfaction  vibrates  their  throat  while  looking  towards  ace.  “  i  think  cake  is  adaptable  —  why  can’t  one  have  fruit  cake  for  breakfast  ?  and  i’m  sure  as  intelligent  humans,  we  can  figure  out  a  way  to  make  one  that  is  associated  with  lunch.  ”  they  state  with  a  smirk,  dipping  their  fork  into  the  icing  before  licking  it  off  the  fork.  “  see,  i  agree  but  the  idea  of  breakfast  for  supper  is  an  extreme  double  standard …  like  it’s  acceptable  to  have  pancakes  at  seven  at  night  but  having  pizza  at  six  in  the  morning  is  frowned  upon.  ”

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" i'm trying to decide if i want this to be a standard cup of coffee or if i want someone to have accidentally poured half a bottle of whiskey into it, " ponders with a sardonic smile, sporting a very obvious hangover. kai takes a tentative sip and his expression falls from hopeful to disappointed. " well, look at that. guess i'm soberin' up. people in this town are no fun. "

“ i hear hypnotherapy works wonders. or meditation. anything has to be worth a try. ” noa takes the phone from leon, manicured fingers typing quickly. so used to being on her own device she thinks she could navigate one with her eyes closed. “ cute, ” she responds, slight roll of her eyes before she types in her name, cupid in brackets after. with a bright smile she hands the phone back and takes a breath. “ okay, well, i’ve got to run. places to be, lives to change. but you’ll be hearing from me soon. i suggest you answer when i call because i’m impossible to ghost. toodles, ” she adds, gives a small wave before she’s walking off.

"tried 'em. don't work," leon shrugs and then chuckles at the thought of her knowing him better than he does. is it really possible? the blond is very prone to oversharing. he loves it. telling stories is so fun, it also sometimes makes him make sense of things in another light. "cool, thank you." the man takes out his phone, there aren't any new messages or mails or any sort of notifications. it's a little disappointing. nonetheless, he opens the keypad and hands it over. "just type non-smoking cupid and i'll know it's you," leon teases.

Audrey Hepburn as Jo Stockton in Funny Face (1957)

" i mean, think of it this way, i get more excited to see you than most because i know when we do get together, we get to spill every little life detail that's happened in between. " gossip, basically. no matter how she tries to spin it, noa braunstein is obsessed with a good story. the brunette nods, casually sipping her wine— much needed after a long week. " i know what you mean. but the problem with guys like that is, once you fix them up they suddenly think they can do better. like, hello ? no one likes an ego trip. they act like they're all that and completely forget you were the one who upgraded them in the first place. and by the time they realize you were the best thing to ever happen to them, it's too late. the damage is done. besides, true love is accepting someone for who they are, flaws and all. unfortunately for him, socks with sandals ? not a flaw i can look past. " noa sees the smirk forming and instantly gives celeste her full attention before she even speaks. when she finally does, noa squeals with excitement, practically leaping forward to grab her friend's arm " what do you mean it's no big deal ? it's so a big deal. tell me everything. "

"i'm pretty sure time is relative, or whatever it is they say," she would've said anything to get noa to agree with her, even if she wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about. of course, celeste didn't actually expect her to move, she just had a penchant for being right. "i can't argue with a girl's closet though, so as painful as it is to say, you have me beat on this one." her hand covered her heart, face dropping into a pout as she tucked her legs under her. she was making valid points, which only solidified celeste's theory that there must be something wrong with her. where noa was disgusted, she would've been endeared, planning the project in lengthy detail and attempting to execute it promptly. "no i get it, i really do, i guess i just think there's something hot about a man that needs you, y'know ? but i'm acutely aware that i need help, so maybe don't take my advice on this one ?" a grape popped into her mouth as she thought of everything that had happened to her this week, smirk growing and scooting herself closer. "well, i did meet a guy and get his number. but it's no big deal, i swear !"