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She finally reaches the apartment, and runs into her room to rest. After taking a much needed power nap and a shower, she decides to put on some black leggings and a zip up wool sweater along with her black high top Converse. She grabs her backpack and lets Nico know that she's going to be doing her work at a library.
She walks over to the cafe that is luckily right by her apartment, she grabs a small warm latte to keep her awake during her studies. After 10 minutes of searching for a library with the help of Google Maps, she walks through the doors, and a small jingle is let out. The air is warm, and quiet. The calm serenity of the building brings her to peace. Walking over to a lone table in a corner, she sets down her things.
Her Professor had assigned a creative writing essay, where we are given a topic and an emotion, and we are to write a short story with the following. She had been given the moon and admiration. Cracking her fingers, she decides to head to the bookshelves in front of her in search of a poem contributing to the topic she had been given to get some inspiration.
She grabs her phone and starts answering some of her messages on the way there. With her head bent downwards to look at her phone, she doesn't see where she's headed. She bumps into a warm surface and drops her phone. She quickly grabs it and lifts her head up, smashing into another head. Embarrassment fills her and she quickly starts to apologize, "O-oh my God, I'm so so sorry-"
She gets cut off with a chuckle, "It's alright, no worries." She looks up to see the woman from the grocery store with her nimble fingers holding her nose. She sniffs and looks down at her fingers then smiles at me. "You're the girl from the grocery store," she remarks, and She's too flustered to even acknowledge what the woman is saying. She looks down at the floor and sees the woman's Louboutins and slacks that seem to hug her legs perfectly.
The girl suddenly feels jealous of her pants, then starts to shake her head and realizes the woman was talking to her.
"W-what?"
She chuckles once more, "I'm Odessa. Alvaradez." She laughs after saying her last name, and the laugh seems to be on repeat in the girl's mind, mesmerizing and beautiful. Odessa puts her hand out to shake the girl's.
