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Cassandra's pop opera - heh, popera - was disrupted by the buzz of her phone on the kitchen counter. She wrapped up washing the plate in her hands before drying off and walking around the counter to check the notification. It was a text from two minutes ago, and the buzz she had heard was the second alert that she had a text. Huh. Maybe she really did sing too loud.

She picked up the phone, taking a moment to consider how she would respond to Doris. It wasn't a long moment at all; as soon as Cassandra paused to think, she heard the horror that was Doris' workout video.

[center][b]To; Doris
right back at ya, richard simmons. 😘 [/b][/center]
Cassandra went to place her phone back down onto the counter, but stopped herself. That demanded a follow up text.

[center][b]To; Doris
pls do not tell me that it is actually richard simmons on that tv screen, or i am hella judging u. 👀[/b][/center]
As she set her phone down back onto the counter, Cassandra heard applause coming from her doorway. [color=fuchsia]"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here for the rest of the goddamn year until my lease is up!"[/color] Cassandra shouted at her mysterious fan before moving to sit down at her desk. She opened her laptop, heading straight to her blog to check the comments on her last blog post. 

The post was pretty bland, if Cass was being honest. She had shared an article she read regarding the future of movies; in particular, how there were more movies releasing in the next couple years than the industry would be able to handle, and how it was likely set to implode upon itself. She had spent a couple paragraphs lamenting the tragic loss of relentless superhero movies before shifting gears towards what kind of implications this could have on other popular media industries, particularly her own niche of being an internet-based entertainer.

The comments, however, were always interesting. She had caught a glimpse of them while her mother was around; a lot of them were actual constructive discussion about the article she shared, but more than a handful were something close to, "omg no pics this time wtf do u think we go to ur blog for u slut." Cass loved those; it made organizing a potential blacklist on her comments section so much easier.

Her phone buzzed again. Cassandra slid the office chair across the room to the counter, checking the phone. She was expecting a response back from Doris, so when she found an email notification from her bank regarding a deposit titled "A Present from Mom, for that camera you've wanted," Cassandra was understandably excited. She grinned as she checked her balance; her mom always pulled through when Cassandra really didn't need her to. She switched over to her messaging app:

[center][b]To; Mom
DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE BEST? BECAUSE YOU'RE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU.[/b][/center]
Then,

[center][b]To; Rucks
ok, dude, so like. i know ur a photographer, and not a filmmaker, but u def know more about cameras than i do. so if i wanted to get a camera that's hella good for taking videos and shit, do u think u could send me some amazon links or something? thnx babe 💋[/b][/center]
Cassandra pocketed her phone, grabbing her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the desk and skipping her way outside. She made her way to the garden - no, not the garden, because Abby might behead her. Cassandra skipped straight past the garden, past Alex and Max, and stopped a good distance from the two boys. She lit her cigarette, breathing in deeply as the smoke filled the air.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra looked over Alex. Not for any reasons of her own - it was definitely one of those days where she was 100% not interested in the guy. But she couldn't get past the idea that her mom liked the kid and wanted her to get with him. Or that her mom might be interested in him for herself. Hopefully Mama Reynolds didn't try anything with the guy. That'd be fucking awkward. She'd have to ask him about it once he wrapped up his plans with Max.

She'd also have to stop fucking staring at him, but it's not like she knew she was staring.