[center][h2][color=gray]Cara Osborne[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] University → Sloane's house
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Sloane [@Kidd][/center][hr]
Cara was already on her way out from the university by the time she felt her cardigan pocket buzz, her skin vibrating from the sensation. Adjusting her grip on her bag on one hand, she used her other to fish out her phone carefully from her pocket to check what the message was. Grinning as she read through Sloane's reply, the girl simply hummed to herself.

Originally, Cara had planned to go home to catch up on any notes she had missed, using the notes [i]kindly[/i] given to her by a friend who shared the same class as her. However, since Sloane responded so soon, and the fact that her home was between university and Cara's apartment, it was best to try and get it done with sooner, rather than keep Sloane waiting.

Securing her bag on her body and slipping on the black helmet, Cara began riding on her [url=https://romanaramblings.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/vlcsnap-2015-09-27-09h24m07s138.png]motorbike[/url] in the direction of Sloane's home.

Not too long later, the university student finally parked on the sidewalk, grabbing her bag before heading towards the tattoo parlour. Cara knew Sloane enough to know that fake smiles and half-arsed compliments would [i]not[/i] work on her, so her plan was to get straight to the point rather than wasting both their time.

Pushing the door open, Cara grinned. [color=gray][b]"G'morning."[/b][/color] She nodded at Sloane. [b][color=gray]"Slow day, is it?"[/color][/b] She gestured around the shop.