Sheila Blackstone has a heart on the highway. (

"The big stuff," she said, laughing lightly. No, she didn't quite believe him - but that was alright. Seven floors to ride down took no time and she could humor it. "I think people overthink it all, frankly."

Her head tilted, her twin ponytails swinging off to the side. "Not that often. It's not as fun when you're by yourself. You need someone who's either as enthusiastic as you are or slightly squeamish." Her grin was impish as the elevator doors opened. "And the ball pit is the best part." She held up a hand before dashing for 301. Her door had been unlocked and with an underhand toss, the grape juice landed on her couch. Score. She skipped back, hands slide-smacking against each other as she did so. "Easy as pie."

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