Who: Lissa and Rose. Where: Apartment, Lissa's room. When: Evening. Why: They are best friends? Rating: Nothing Serious.
Lissa had woken up, on the eve of her first week being in New York City- she couldn't help but sigh; she'd thought it would be better- maybe her and Christian would of talked for once- instead of fighting, thoguh they'd only fought via Dimitri's Journal; which was odd. Christian seemed to be avoiding her- understandable she supposed; but she cared- she'd pretend she didn't but she did. When she had woken up she'd laid around for a while staring into space, trying to compose herself before starting her day. She showered and dressed in a simple blue satin shirt and a pair of dark blue denim jeans, with sandals. She'd left her hair down,a nd ignored her make-up box; she didn't need it.
She left the chair in her room, where she'd be sketching quietly; for about an hour. She got up, only because she was hungry. Lissa left her room quietly and moved towards the kitchen- where she stopped and smiled; "What are you cooking?" She questioned.