"people are strangers; the moment they want to get closer, i just...push them further."
"and what about me?"
"i guess you're an anomaly, holden ford."
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QUINCY BASICALLY RUNS AROUND her dorm room; flinging clothes and shoes into the air and floor as her best friend is on the bed, sorting out possible outfits that Quincy can wear on her first day at the FBI. Holden had mentioned that she should dress with not many colours, as everyone in the FBI wears some sort of business casual––hence the suits. Or as Quincy, has coined it, "A conservative closet." She wasn't big on the dress part, as her clothes were definitely a part of how she expressed herself, but she was willing to compromise, to say the least. Holden also mentioned that she should bring her notes that she was planning to organize that day, mentioning something about a potential vote in his co-worker for her likeliness.
It was all odd, but, this was her first real big break, and Quincy was going to do whatever it takes to get ahead.
"This is too colourful, is it?" Quincy quipped as Cordelia picked up two pairs of shoes from the ground. She turned around, catching what Quincy was asking. Crooking her head to the side, Cordelia squinted. "It's cute but I think it is too colourful." She said with a sad expression. "But isn't it cute?" Quincy turned back at the mirror, holding the pair of funky patterned bell bottoms. Cordelia came up behind her, holding an outfit as she joined her in the mirror. "Quinn, it is cute, but we all know that it doesn't fit the 'professional' attire. I mean, hell, the way Holden dresses, do you think he has friends that don't dress the same?" Quincy sighed. She knew her best friend was right. "Yeah, yeah. It's just a thought. Whatchu got then?" The darker girl quipped; arms crossing as she leans back on her orange dresser. "Well, I was thinking this." Cordelia said almost matter-of-factly; she pulls out a solid deep orange set with one patterned piece, and plain flair matching deep orange chartreuse pants that were high-waisted, with a matching cropped long sleeve that goes on top. Her brown gogo boots to match and she holds a necklace in the palm of her hand. "It's the plainest thing you got."
Quincy marvels at the outfit Cordelia picked out, and she can't wait to see Holden's reaction. The girls laugh and clap in excitement, and Quincy jumps off the bed on agreement and she starts getting dressed with the help of Cordelia.
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"If you don't have a ride home, let me know. I can go and pick you up." Cordelia says as she waits for her at the lobby of the dormitory building, waiting with Quincy for Holden. "Of course. And thank you." Quincy nods her head with a genuine smile. She really loved her best friend. As if on cue, Holden's blue '75 Nova Sedan pulls up at the front of the dormitory building like he said he would. He was punctual. "Well, this is my stop. I'll give you a call if I got a ride or not." Cordelia and Quinn exchange goodbyes, and her best friend watches her go outside as Holden steps out the car.
With what Quinn had said, he really did look like a agent. Cordelia giggled to herself, seeing the two meet up before he lets her in the car, holding the door open for her before the two drive off together.
