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Warm glare of the sun never failed to lift her spirits, preferring to bask in it than hiding in a musty classroom or an echoing, empty lecture hall. Apparently, she wasn't alone sharing this thought at the sight of the crowd already taking almost all space. Whistles and cheers accompanied confident steps, a brow raising in amusement behind the trustworthy retro aviator sunglasses; so her live show last night was memorable not only lucrative.
Figuring out an alternative solution when asked for a kiss, she snatched a clean napkin, pressing the thin paper to her glossy red lips, the imprint striking contrast against the white. Cindy quickly moved on with an airy chuckle before they could recover from shock of actually acquiring a physical item (which smelled like cherries) from her.
“Later, ladies and gentlemen!” she called, crimson tipped hair a blazing supernova in the sunlight. No one could catch a glimpse of dulling jade behind the protection of black lenses.
Despite the heat, leather jacket draped across broad shoulders, the tight miniskirt with a slight thigh slit was a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen; yet the young woman still managed to move with catlike effortless grace. She made sure to avoid future distractions, deciding to sit at the least occupied table which was still bathed in the desired sunlight.
Cindy flashed a quick, polite smile to the girl already sitting there, taking a seat the opposite side. Her backpack was...a mess and a black hole; no that was her makeup kit not the pencil case carrying highlighters in every color possible along with matching thin and thick gel pens. The notebook was quite heavy, already half filled with information sorted with precision, by topic cut into segments with a set system of signaled by the use of pens and colors.
Sunglasses slightly tipped lower, where was the neon yellow highlighter? She was sure she has put it on the table-
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Esther had never been the most social person. She was certain her parents were hoping college might change that. But here she was, sitting at a bench on the outskirts of the quad, as far away as possible from the other crowded tables toward the center filled with noisy students.
She rolled her eyes before returning her gaze to her sketch book to look at her messy half-finished design. Her next assignment for her class was due by the end of this month and she was no where close to being done. Not only did she have to come up with a design, but she had to make it as well. Of course now was now the time her creativity took a nose-dive.
A sigh was heaved out as she closed her sketch book. Maybe she just needed a break and come back to it later.