[center][img]http://image.prntscr.com/image/1248ea9bbcec4f499a024de989f7ddf6.png[/img][hr][h1][color=cf8cbe]Tʜᴜʏ Cᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ Pʜᴀᴍ[/color][/h1][hr][color=cf8cbe][b][u]Location:[/u][/b][/color] Coffeehouse
[color=cf8cbe][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b][/color] [@HushedWhispers] → Phil (Person) [@Dusksong][@QueenoftheBee] → The Girls (Text)
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When Phillip said what he was going to have, Thuy decided that sounded like a good order, and she would have the same. [color=cf8cbe][i]"Good choice. I'll have the same!"[/i][/color] she exclaimed putting her menu back down and the waiter to come and help them. After so many years in the food business she was not so picky about wait staff, because she knew they had hundreds of things to do in between picking up new orders. Thankfully the coffee house wasn't so busy so they didn't have too much to do. However, the idea of making intricate drinks and cleaning out huge machines made Thuy's head spin.

As Phil asked how she been the girl parted her lips to speak but decided to wait until he was done texting. She had forgotten her phone was on silent in her pocket. The girl never wore a purse so her pockets were often filled to the brim with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, her phone, and an odd wad of cash. Sometimes her ID, when she remembered it. Digging out her phone she read through the messages and notifications and responded back to what she felt was necessary.

[center][The Ladies]
[color=cf8cbe][b]Might do lust so I can dress like a ho. LOL (: Not sure yet.[/b][/color][/center]

She sent the text with a little giggle as Philip explained himself. [color=cf8cbe][i]"No worries hun, I forgot about it myself."[/i][/color] she wiggled her phone in front of him to show that she had the same agenda replying back to the gang. [color=cf8cbe][i]"I've been good though, you know the same old same. Working my ass off for really nothing. Dying to get out of my parents house. It's a drag. I'm not too bummed out about it though."[/i][/color] she continued, [color=cf8cbe][i]"I keep having this weird dream though, that I'm on a flight and the person behind me puts their nasty ass foot out, and the stewardess comes and rips it off and puts it in my lap. I don't know if it's just all those damn scary movies I watch or it means something deeper."[/i][/color] she shrugged, grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and tying her blonde locks into a loose bun on the back of her head. 

The waiter came and took their matching order.

A smile across the birthday boy's lips was a good sight to see. He asked her about the parade and she couldn't say no. [color=cf8cbe][i]"Um, duh. Yes!"[/i][/color] she exclaimed. [color=cf8cbe][i]"That would be a lot of fun."[/i][/color] she nodded, as their food came quickly and efficiently. Taking a big bite out of her muffin, she wiped away crumbs from her lips, shirt and any other area that they traveled to.