[color=silver][right][sup][color=f4a460][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — [color=f4ee60]Town Square — Java Cafe[/color]
[color=f4a460][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — [color=f4ee60]Elliot [@spooner][/color]
[color=f4a460][b]MENTIONED[/b][/color] — [color=f4ee60]Kat [/color][/sup][/right]

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[indent]Like all the days of her life in Salem, Eva was doing what she could to enjoy the morning sun’s rays and seeing all those under them enjoy their day. As her coffee met with her already cream-tipped, rosy lips, she let out a rather delightful squeal at the fresh shavings of white chocolate mixed with the cinnamon of the cream and the natural flavor of the mocha. Everything about this drink that she remembered from yesterday was, by all rights, just as it was yesterday. Truly, it might be one of the few things in her life that are more indulgant than it should be, but it is also one of the few things that give her genuine joy.

Right on the dot, Eva went to check her phone and she realized that it was getting quite late. In fact, based off of the time she just saw on her cellphone’s clock, it was getting to the point in the morning where she had to leave for her intern at Fairy Queen Cosmetics. Though it seemed odd just one day before her eldest sister, Kat’s birthday. The odds of someone so strong and someone so independent of any oppressor’s will was actually born on the United States of America’s own birthday of independence was quite the coinicidence. Even for as long as she has lived in this town, Eva still couldn’t get used to the fact that coincidences still existed, not when it came to Salem’s colorful history. Thank Allah those days were over. This happy blonde just wanted to get to her own life without the worry of some war brewing.

Being lost in her own train of thought, Evangline was literally crying right now. Tears ran down her face - wait no, those weren’t tears. They were the dripping of melted white chocolate. Oh no, not--[color=f4a460]”My [b]DRINK![/b]”[/color] She cried out loud, reality suddenly hitting her just as her drink had done just moments ago. Silly Eva was lost in her thoughts again. Silly Eva didn’t watch where she was going. How could this happen?

Zima eyes went up at the perp behind this mostrosity. When they did, she didn’t see the face of a mean-hearted monster who would force such perfection all over her brand-new outfit that she had bought just yesterday as way to celebrate her sister’s upcoming birth anniversary. No, she saw the face of someone, who by all rights, was someone so apologetic, someone who felt the need to buy her a new one. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, someone who looked familiar. But where had she seen him before? 

[color=f4a460]“Wait, you wouldn’t happen to be one of those Horton siblings, would you?”[/color] Eva more mused aloud than asked him. She followed him as they went back inside Java Cafe. He seemed quite determined to be the upstanding man and help out the damsel in disress. [color=f4a460][i]What a gentleman,[/i][/color] Eva was overtaken by butterflies in her stomach, flap-flapping away as he asked the golden question: what did you have to drink?

[color=f4a460]“I..no, I cannot have another. It is against my rules. No, I refuse!” Eva stood her ground, “I need a change of clothes. My apologies. But, I’ll take a rain check on that. Let’s say, oh! Tomorrow morning. You can buy my drink then!”[/color] Eva smiled at him, unknowing to what just happened. [color=f4a460]“Let’s say around 8.”[/color] Being the kind of young woman she was, Eva made a note on her calender app on her phone. [color=f4a460]“I expect you’ll be punctual, uh...what was your name again?’[/color][/indent][/color]