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SELINE MOON'S MIND was filled with thoughts of Egyptology and revenge. She tried desperately to pay attention to the wondrous sights in front of her, The alabaster sculptures depicting deity's of humanities bygone era of history, when they still relied on and put their faith in the gods. The ennead wasn't her line of work, she was a proud Greek mythology 'gal. Give her a marble statue of one of the Olympians and she could tell you every myth and legend. But even she could admit the artefacts in front of her were worth astonishing at.
Unfortunately, she just couldn't give them her undivided attention. Not when all she could think about was every possible way she could enact her revenge on the asshole who wronged her. Tommy. Fucking Tommy! who the hell is named Tommy after the age of five? That should of been her first red flag. The second you ask? Well that would be the coincidence of him asking her if she would like to have coffee immediately after their professor announced their term project. Yeah ... hindsight is twenty twenty and all that bull.
Seline blames her desperation, not her shit judgement, although she definitely needed to work on that too. Advice from one's best friend no matter how brutally honest is always needed. However, Iris Anderson, a woman who's middle name might as well be Bad Life Choices, wasn't exactly a beacon of wisdom when it came to men. You see, in Iris's own words Seline is currently suffering from a bad case of 'I've accidentally fell for my male bestie and cant stop mooning over him-itis' A issue Iris reasoned could be cured by forgetting Steven Grant existed by going for a harmless drink with charming Tommy Smith from class, a few shots and some scandalous dancing and wandering hands in a dark secluded corner of some seedy club in the deepest depths of London and Seline would surely forget about nerdy homebody Steven who even in his wildest dreams would never dare act so uncouth. Seline scolded Iris for making Steven sound like a prudish Victorian Duchess. But she took her friends advice and followed her word to the T. Secluded corners and all.
