oh, the horror! Who: Brian and Rowan When: Nighttime Where: the Berry Bucket
In whatever spare time Rowan had had to herself between school, hockey practice, and working two different jobs she'd been attempting to figure out glamor magic. And gotten absolutely nowhere. It was driving her insane, and the previous night she'd finally caved and asked her mother if there was any history of fae blood in their family. No dice. All that left was her dad's side - but there was no one on her dad's side to ask. Except... her dad. She wasn't sure if she was ever going to be that desperate.
Really, there hadn't been a lot of time to think about it. Free time didn't come up a lot anymore now that school had started, but Rowan was still actually kind of bummed about the Berry Bucket closing for the season. Of the two jobs (three, if you counted modeling for Whisper), this one had become her favorite. Joking around with Brian the whole shift made it go by fast, and actually made it fun. Who knew. She was kind of wondering if she and Brian would continue to be friends once the place closed for the season, but she wasn't about to ask - or even think about it in his presence. Rowan chained up her bike and headed inside, grabbing an apron and pulling it on over her clothes. "Gonna be a big crowd tonight, I guess. I don't like the sound of that 'decorated cars' thing. It's just asking for trouble."