A tale of two lesbians

Chapter 1

Quinn
   I had just finished singing when the most beautiful woman entered the bar. Just looking at her makes me anxious. She had long, pastel pink hair with two buns on the side, a lavender sweater with wings attached to her, and a pink short skirt that stopped  five inches above her knees. I winced a bit when we made eye contact. I looked away from her, feeling  embarrassed. Damnit, Quinn! Why do you have to mess up EVERYTHING?? I turned to look at her again only to see her walking towards me. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT WHAT DO I DO?? I looked down on the floor and clenched my fists tightly. "Hey." I looked up. Her light pink eyes pierced through my soul. "Did... you need anything?" She asked me. "N-no.. I-I'm sorry..." I have never stutter so hard in my entire life. I expected her to be upset, but surprisingly, she laughed. "You're cute. You didn't have to apologize!" She said in a very soothing tone. "Anyways, you want anything? I can buy you a drink." She offered. I kindly declined the offer. "No thanks, I was about to head out anyways." "Ah- well, maybe we can talk again on phone. Here's my number." She says, taking out a crumbled piece of paper. I took it and folded it in my pocket. "Before you go— I have a question." "What is it?" "Do you come here often?" She asked. "Yeah. I come here to sing." I replied. "Ah- sweet! Well- see you tomorrow?" I nodded my head. "Yeah.."

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"See you tomorrow."