The warm summer breeze of Atlanta gave the Bulgarian inspiration at times, all though she herself was no singer, or song-writer, once in a while she'd jot down positive words or phrases she's heard. Other times Nina would make up her own quotes or words of wisdom. Usually keeping them in a small book which was a gift from her grandparents on her 24th birthday while celebrating in Bulgaria.
Sitting down with her knees bent and her back supported by a tree just outside her home. Nina decides to write, yet she sat there blankly, the perfect white page untouched and clean. She couldn't write, how can she? How will she when so much is on her mind, thoughts that are just repeating itself. Already frustrated, Nina enclosed her leather covered book forcefully, bringing her fingers up to her temples and massaging them roughly. The interruption of her phone rang, reminding her to meet up with a dear friend. With that Nina showered and freshened up before heading out. Upon walking out, the daily mailman came driving up to the white post and quickly disposing an envelop inside, and speeding to the next house.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, reopening the handle and pulling out the beautifully decorated envelope. She examined it, quite surprised of it's uncalled arrival. She quickly opened up the coverage, reading the delicate script writing. A request to attend to the tv show's dining party was at the bottom of the page with the words "Invitation for Nina Dobrev". The brunette was dumbfounded, having not being notified of such event, all though she never needed to out due herself because she'll be with friends and co-stars with whom she's worked with for a few years now.
Nina placed the elegant card back inside the envelope for safe keeping. Going about the rest of her morning with her dear friend Julianne.
"So Nina, how you been? How's you and Ian? God knows he's the reason I barely even see you" The light blond haired woman chuckles.
Nina's smile quickly faded at the thought of Ian occupying her mind. "Right... well, I've been good, been busy with a few things but I'm well".
"Now you're just dodging questions Ninja"
"Bringing back the old nickname from high school I see" Nina changes the subject, she couldn't explain her now current problem. It's unjustified as far as she knows. She can't simply write it down on paper or even give words as to what is going on. Suppressing it all in her undecided mind.
Julianne notices Nina's lack of answering, she instead ignores it and continues on with the simple conversation her fellow companion is more comfortable with. "I like to spice things up a bit, bring the old with the new" The blue eyed woman chuckled.
"I like the way you think sometimes" Nina admits.
"Sometimes? Are you stereotyping blondes now? Is that how we're doing things?" She tried sounding serious but the urge to burst laughing took over even more, giving her the weaker hand.
"You said it not me, but enlighten me please " Nina inquired as she takes another scoop of ice cream.
Julianne scoffs at again Nina's lack of understanding. "Pff, and they talk about us not comprehending".
"You stereotypin' brunettes now?" The Bulgarian repeats the previous question.
"You said it not me" Julianne mimics, also taking a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and pleasantly downing the cold edible treat.
Nina smiles at the parallel her and her best friend just made, having a relatively nice time away from her occupation and just living life.
