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Demetri's arm was now placed in a cast, and you planned to sign it on Monday once you saw him. However, you wanted to find a way to cover up your bruise, the purple had slowly start to fade in around your eye by the outer edges.
It was a dark purple, yet it could've been worse. You repeated the saying.
Endlessly you had applied ice packs on the surface to help keep it cool while lying down on your bed. You had no energy to do anything, only getting up when you realized it was almost time to see Robby.
You knew you had to dress modest, so wearing a jumpsuit with a jacket over it did the trick. It was loose fitting, and you were very comfortable wearing it as you'd usually wear it out anyway. You put your hair in a braid and packed your phone, ID, and some extra cash in a clear bag. Your make up was simple and nothing at all, you didn't want to get violated from the dress code there.
Also meant you couldn't clearly cover up your black eye. Amazing. You got worried over what Robby would think of it.
Moving on-you finished it off with a spray of perfume. Your signature scent, you wore it every day. Now you were ready, and you could even say that whilst ignoring your black eye.
"Y/N! Come on!" Your mother shouted downstairs.
Not being sarcastic: perfect timing. You grabbed your bag and slipped on crocs by the front door.
"Bye, Y/N!" Miles yelled from the living room, watching television and eating his own brunch. "Tell me how it goes!"
"Bye!" You say back as you open and close the front door. Your mom was waiting by the car already. "Sorry," you apologized and went into the passenger's.
Once the car was off, your mother began to question you. "So will you be fine on your own?"
She was going to drop you off and go get food, your meeting with Robby was only for twenty minutes. You were heavily nervous about it, and thought all night about what he'd look like or act. On the emails, he said he was very happy to be seeing you.
It's not like you weren't, you were excited to see him too. You missed hearing his voice, and seeing him look so awkward in certain times. The photos in your dedicated album with him weren't enough.
"I will, place is surrounded by cops, no one will hurt me," you reply. "Just get good food so Miles can stop eating all the eggs, please."
Your mother smiles, eggs were probably Miles' favorite food with how common he ate them. "Okay, how about burgers?" Your mother suggested.
