savvy arcadia ( telepath & witch ) . (beforeyouspeak) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-31 23:25:00 |
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Who: Savvy and Kiley.
Where: Starbucks to start.
When: Late afternoon.
All Savvy wanted to do was take a nap. A nice long nap in her cramped little apartment, where she would probably dream of paints and menus and scrutinising stares from would-be restaurant owners with their designer glasses and immaculate clothing. Okay, maybe a nap wasn’t the best idea, as nice as it would be to crash out for a few hours, or, you know, a few days. Savvy felt like she’d been sketching and stencilling and painting for an eternity. It wasn’t that she didn’t love it, of course she did, but this wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life. And yes, it was fun, but it was also exhausting. Not to mention dirty. She’d washed her hands and arms a dozen times, and she’d showered before coming out, but she could swear she still felt paint and chalk and God only knew what else all over her. Ew. Despite knowing that she wouldn’t find anything, she found herself checking under her fingernails. Again. She had already checked several times since she’d showered, but she couldn’t stop checking.
Thankfully, she managed to do so without faceplanting into another pedestrian or something genuinely damaging like a lamppost. That would just make her life, smacking her face into something like that and breaking her nose or, at the very least, bloodying herself in the middle of the street for everyone to see. Yeah, that would be just super. Thinking about it made her lift her eyes so she could watch where she was going. Not embarrassing herself publicly in a new town? Savvy liked that idea.
She also liked the idea of killing two birds with one stone; seeing her best friend -- a title Kiley had earned before they had even met face to face -- and getting her hands on some much needed caffeine. Ohhh yes, caffeine was good. Caffeine was the best, actually. And making it herself? That was bad. So bad, in fact, that the idea of putting that much effort into the process had made Savvy pull a face and whine. Actually whine. She’d taken one look at the coffee maker and just about cried. So she’d cleaned herself up, pulled on something decent, and headed out the door. Never mind that spending money she didn’t really have -- on things she didn’t really need, at that, especially when she had coffee in her apartment -- was irresponsible, and it would take much more effort to leave her building and walk the distance to Starbucks, but whatever. It would be worth it. Savvy hadn’t seen Kiley in far too long, and she needed a familiar, friendly face.
“Coffee, coffee, coffeeee. Need coffee.” Savvy muttered the mantra to herself as she reached her destination and pushed through the door, taking a cursory look around even as her brain buzzed with the thoughts of perfect strangers, before she saw the flash of red hair from behind the counter. Savvy’s face lit up and she all but bounced the first few steps towards where the baristas were bustling about cleaning, taking and filling orders, and generally making things run.
Savvy felt better already.