“god forbid a girl dramatize things,” says the thespian, sighing dramatically, then turning her attention to her drink, which she finishes off, frowning slightly afterward. * how dare she run out… “you’re real food driven, huh?”

“well, * maybe if you didn’t deprive me of cake pops…” rachel countered, voice withholding a playful lilt. “besides — you would choose a garage day over a mall day with me, no question, so i say it’s fair.”

“so — i’ll have a coffee,” rachel shrugged, lifting her half — empty cup, sipping from it then continuing on what shapes out to be a dramatic tangent, “overload on caffeine, and you can blame ‘em when i’m running laps up and down the pier.” mischievous ⬇️

sliding into the other side of the booth, starbucks drink in hand, and she sheds her bag as soon as she makes herself comfortable. fresh from classes , and she'll be bursting with energy as soon as her caffeine hits. “what'cha doing, chlo?” she asks.

ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟ❛ 𝐶𝐴𝑈𝑆𝐸   ⋆ 𝑊𝐸'𝑉𝐸 , ᵂᴬᴵᵀᴱᴰ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴼᵁᴿ ᴸᴵⱽᴱˢ , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 .ᐟ

‎ㅤ ‎ㅤ˚₊‧꒰ ،، You can * 𝓁 𝑒 𝓉 𝒾 𝓉 𝑔 𝑜; You don't have to be sorry for 𝓁͟𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝑔͟𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝓊͟𝘱. ა 𓂅 ‎ㅤ