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TWELVE ▂✫⌒*･ﾟ✲ the 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
RIA AWOKE AND dressed, then head straight to the kitchens to eat a small breakfast. It was early, the girl could tell from the lack of noise replaced by a delicate, tranquil atmosphere. She loved mornings like this, when she was awake before everyone else. It made her feel as if she was the only person alive, free.
Today she was working in the Gardens and for some unknown reason she felt alive, fresh. Her mind drifted back to the way Newt held her the previous night, the feeling of his skin against her's. A small sentiment of care and trust fluttered in her stomach at the sudden thought of the blonde boy.
Ria entered the kitchens, breathing in the delectable smell of fresh baking. It was one she had grown to love, and she was sure she would always adore the scent. The girl wondered if before she was sent up to the enclosing walls of the maze if she ever baked, perhaps with her parents.
A chill of longing swept over Ria like a tidal wave and she quickly pushed the thought to one side before it caused a harvey burden of emotion to swim through her, control her. She was in a good mood and don't want anything to ruin that.
Frypan was busy at work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as always. He was softly whistling a melody under his breath.
"Morning," Ria greeted, helping herself to a crisp, red apple from the worktop. She let out a slow yawn, stretching as she did so.
"G'morning, Ria." Frypan greeted back, looking up briefly from his preparations to nod at the girl.
"Sleep well?" the blonde questioned, taking a large bite of her apple, relishing the sweet taste of the fruit. It's syrup travelled down her throat, providing her with the perfect taste.
"I did, thanks. What about yourself, eh?"
"It was okay," Ria responded, waving her free hand in the air dismissively.
"Where are you wokin' today, then?" Frypan asked, cracking open two eggs perfectly into a bowl.
"Gardens,"
Frypan's eyes widened all of a sudden, as if he knew something Ria didn't.
The girl's eyebrows were drawn together in confusion as she watched a small smile dancing of the cook's lips. He tried best to hide it, but Frypan's expression was painted brightly all over his face.
