[right][sup][color=fabade][color=7a4eff]𝓣[/color]𝐒𝐦𝐞[/color] [color=cc9bff][color=7a4eff]✿[/color] Out of the house since 7 π’œβ„³ @ Comfort from 8:30 to 9:45 π’œβ„³ Seven minute walk back to her place, arriving @ 9:52 π’œβ„³[/color][/sup] [sup][color=fabade][color=7a4eff]𝓛[/color]𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧[/color] [color=cc9bff][color=7a4eff]✿[/color] Streets of NYC, having left [i]Comfort[/i] β†’ [i]The Loft[/i] [/color][/sup] [sup][color=fabade][color=7a4eff]π“˜[/color]𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬[/color] [color=cc9bff][color=7a4eff]✿[/color] [color=FF2A2A]The Sunset[/color] β†’ Her roommates & Becky [@Hoekage] [@NeoAC] [/color][/sup][/right] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/DfwT242.png?1[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/VUAUCz5.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/DfwT242.png?1[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190518/6728d8b33506610d361996465adde189.png[/img][/center] [indent][color=cc9bff]Some people will leave a mark on this world. Some people stood out in a crowd of thousand. Some people were simply... beautiful. Mina Pereira couldn't put her finger on it, but she left [i]Cafe Comfort[/i] thinking back at the stranger, now acquaintance, she had met. A young girl with the sunset in her hair. A smoldering hot teenager that seemed to be as passionate about photography as Mina was with music and dance. She made a new friend. With a wide smile on her face and a bounce to her step, she pranced down the side walk, her hips swaying side to side. Her plastic shopping bag guarded a white box of pastries (double dipped chocolate donut, pumpkin scone with cinnamon butter, banana bread, and a blueberry muffin), all the while her french manicured hands held a tray of drinks. Large coffee with milk and two sugars for her sister, an Iced Americano with almond milk for Khione, a Mocha Frap for Becky, and an Iced Passion Fruit tea for herself. She cherished her morning solitude. It was the main time she could be with herself, before she conquered her day. Having woken up later than usual, Mina was just happy she was able to get a stroll in. She would've went to the park, but it was blocked off by police. The moment she saw the flashing lights, she turned the other way. There was no time to get depressed. Whatever happened would break her heart. It would surely get on the tellybox within the next hour or two. Focusing her thoughts on the young dreamer she met, keeping her energy levels at a blissful calm, Mina smiled to herself, incredibly intrigued. Her intuition told her this was someone she didn't want to forget. Someone worth knowing. Someone she could help. They had only met briefly and yet the bubbly musician, whose token feature was her golden and full of life locks, couldn't help but wonder the possibilities of their potential friendship. The possibility of her finding out the damage this girl hid so well with a smile. The possibility of them finding solace with each other because they shared kindred spirits. The possibility of her having a best friend that was outside her world within [i]The Loft[/i]. How wonderful would that be? She was over analyzing this girl already. She couldn't help it! This was how the well sheltered Mina coped when she knew socially she was missing something. Friends, lovers, enemies. Really, she only had Natalia and Khione, and even then, she couldn't fully understand them because of how much life they've lived in comparison to her. Her employers and coworkers from her various jobs didn't count. Neither did Mrs. Mitchell, their fellow landlord and owner to [i]Spin City[/i], count. Whether it was because Mina was weird and people had a hard time accepting odd personalities, or because her sister was threateningly over protective, she could only wonder about the what ifs... [color=fabade][b]"Pandora..."[/b][/color] Mina softly whispered to herself. This was incredibly strange – to be completely fascinated by a single person when their meeting didn't hold much significance besides a simple exchange:[/color] [hr][indent][color=d3d3d3]As the sun peered into the shop window, hitting a perfect spot on the peach wall to give Mina a lovely vibrancy and radiance, she took in the smell of espresso, cinnamon rolls, and baking bread. The door was propped open so the scent of the baked goods could flood out and fill the outside area. There was a clean, sweet, and yeasty aroma that warmed even the coldest of hearts. Before her roommates woke, she liked to spend some of her early morning here, reading a good book and listening to music on her MP3 player. Mina had been rehearsing sweet vibrations and poetic words in her head, only her left earbud in, when a whispering meadow broke her concentration. [color=FF2A2A][b]"Can I take your picture?"[/b][/color] Mina, whose soft, thick blonde curls lightened at its tips, and blue gaze spoke nothing but soul, glowed when she looked up smiling, absentmindedly turning to the next page of [i]The Alchemist[/i] by Paulo Coelho. The teenager confidently standing before her didn't speak loudly. Even so, it was enough to grab the blonde's attention. The Firecracker's voice reminded her of a finely tuned acoustic guitar. Such a mesmerizing tune too. [color=fabade][b]"'Cuse me?"[/b][/color] There was a moment of bewilderment in Mina's face. Her lost gaze surveyed the stranger's disposition. She found herself immediately captivated. [color=FF2A2A][b]"Oh... sorry. I should've introduced myself first. My name is Pandora–"[/b][/color] [i][color=fabade]That's different... and cute. I like it.[/color][/i] [color=FF2A2A][b]"–I'm building my portfolio for Parsons, and I can't help but think you'd be a perfect model."[/b][/color] [i][color=fabade]Come again?[/color][/i] Mina, a model? Well, she was an upcoming musician and her and her sister were bound to have higher budget photo shoots sooner or later. Still, was she really that recognizably pretty? To where someone would just walk into a cafe and notice her? [color=FF2A2A][b]"I have a fashion blog, but my portfolio is more focused on capturing beauty in everyday life."[/b][/color] Yes. Mina. People see you. [color=fabade][b]"That's kind of neat! Is photography... your dream? Sorry if that's a dumb question. I'm just..."[/b][/color] Surprised. Surprised she was actually approached at one of her favorite spots, out of the countless times she's been here, by someone this eye-catching nonetheless. [color=fabade][b]"Mina."[/b][/color] She closed her book and stood up, so that they were now talking on the same level. [color=fabade][b]"It's really nice to meet you, Miss Pandora."[/b][/color] Twiddling her thumbs, she wondered if this was the part where they shake hands. WHY WAS SHE SO AWKWARD?! ALSO, was she a lesbian and didn't know? Or was she just naturally drawn to this dynamite teen? Because Mina couldn't take her eyes off her. She had never seen someone so fascinatingly peculiar before. The unnatural redhead raised an eyebrow at the warmth emitting from the bottle of Sunshine. Letting out a delightful chuckle, Pandora noted out loud, [color=FF2A2A][b]"Mina, like Wilhelmina Harker."[/b][/color] [i][color=fabade]Maybe? Isn't that from Bram Stoker's novel?[/color][/i] Pandora nodded to herself, as if she could read Mina's mind (she couldn't, it was just good timing). Genuinely and passionately, she gave her response, as she held her camera that was hanging off her, by a strap, [color=FF2A2A][b]"And yeah, it is. My dream, I mean. It's my way of showing how rich the world is. I want people to see that I'm not afraid to fall in love with my subject. No matter the [i]differences[/i]. I'm here to savor life intensely, y'know? Every second, minute, and hour of it."[/b][/color] And she hoped that her pictures showed exactly that. A world where supernatural and humans could truly, and purely, coexist. [color=fabade][b]"Wow."[/b][/color] Such profound words for a girl who looked like she had yet reached her twenties. [color=FF2A2A][b]"...what? Am I talking too much?"[/b][/color] Pandora anxiously moved up and down on her tiptoes. [color=fabade][i]We do the same thing![/i][/color] [color=FF2A2A][b]"I get like that some–"[/b][/color] [color=fabade][b]"Oh no, you're fine! I'm just in awe with how eloquent you talk. You know what? Of course you can take my picture and if you ever need a model again, here's my number."[/b][/color] Pulling out a pen, out of her backpack purse, she scribbled with big, cutesy cursive her digits (she forgot her flip phone at home). [color=fabade][b]"This is my way of showing my appreciation for you being so bold. It's refreshing and I'm flattered!"[/b][/color] [color=FF2A2A][b]"Really?"[/b][/color] The girl that rocked orange and had an enchanting attitude gleamed, obviously proud of her success. Her hazel locked with Mina's blue. Seemingly, there were no ulterior motives. [color=fabade][b]"Mhm."[/b][/color] Reaching out, with her number on a napkin in hand, the shining musician, The Scarlet in [i]The Scarlet Dagger[/i], innocently giggled, [color=fabade][b]"Really. You made my day."[/b][/color][/color] [/indent][hr][color=cc9bff]Walking up the stairs, from the record store to The Loft, wishing she didn't have so much to carry so she could enter through the fire escape, Mina announced her arrival, while nearing the entrance, [color=fabade][b]"Natty! Kiki! I got goooooooodies!"[/b][/color] Only to stop in her tracks. [color=fabade][b]"Oh? Is Becky leaving already? I got her things!"[/b][/color] Mina lifted up the tray of drinks and gestured with her eyes toward the plastic bag hooked on her arm. Politely, she squeezed between the human barricade at the door, [color=fabade][b]"Pardon me, I'm just going to... place these here."[/b][/color] After resting the tray and bag on the side table, that usually held their keys, mail, and landline, she huffed in relief, [color=fabade][b]"Home sweet home! I need to shower... I have to be at work by noon."[/b][/color] By work, she was referring to her bridal sales job. As per usual, Mina was in her own world, missing all the signs and social cues, [color=fabade][b]"We still performing tonight?"[/b][/color] There were times they got the unfortunate call of their gig getting cancelled or needing to be postponed because someone overbooked. Hopefully tonight wasn't that kind of night because Mina was itching to sing. [color=fabade][b]"Oh, and something bad probably happened at Central Park. There were coppers everywhere! I was too scared to check it out."[/b][/color][/color] [/indent]