[center][hr][hr][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170801/9dcdb2686ebab5f7ca7d02e07b8ae8dd.png[/img][hr][hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/xtWPAcu.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=#BCBDC2][b]Location;[/b][/color] Car → Boutique
[color=#BCBDC2][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Charlotte {[@HushedWhispers]}[hr][/center]

The drive was short and loud; as soon as Valentina had the car started and ready to go, she plugged her phone into the auxiliary cord and play the first song on her playlist. The windows were rolled all the way down as she drove and sang along to the classic hip-hop songs, the cool breeze massaging her scalp. She was certain that she'd gotten a few odd looks whenever she stopped at a sign or traffic light, but she didn't rightfully care. While she was at one of the lights, she checked her cell phone to read the message Char sent. Not that she had to — knowing Charlotte, she had probably been thinking the exact same thing.

By the time Val pulled into the Boutique parking lot, Char had already arrived; Val could easily spot her bright red jeep in the midst of vehicles. After parking not too far away from Charlotte, Val grabbed her purse and keys, and exited her car. Without caring whether or not she'd startle the young girl, Val suddenly peeked into Char's passenger side window and waved, a toothy grin on her face. [color=#BCBDC2]"C'mon, girl. Let's get this show on the road!"[/color] Val practically screamed as she started her way towards the shop's front doors. 

[color=#BCBDC2]"Okay,"[/color] Val spoke once the two had entered the shop, [color=#BCBDC2]"I don't know about you, but I'm kind of freaking out. All of the shit in my closet, yet I can't seem to find anything to wear. We don't want to get to fancy. I mean, it is just a bonfire, after all. But we also don't want to look like we have zero sense of fashion, you know?"[/color] Valentina took a look around the shop and shrugged her shoulders a her friend [color=#BCBDC2]"Where do you think we should start?"[/color]