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[color=#C6828F][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — Regina [@baraquiel] ; Terrence [@Erklings25][/sup][/right]
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Just like every other night, Zanelle had stayed up until the sun had begun to rise again. In fact, she didn't finally close her eyes and get some sleep until about six o'clock in the morning. That didn't last for long, however. Fifty minutes later, she was out of bed and running around her kitchen, searching for the box of coffee pods for her personal coffee maker. [color=#C6828F]“Just four hours,”[/color] the young woman mumbled to herself as she ripped open the box of caramel macchiato coffee pods, [color=#C6828F]“Four hours… four hours…”[/color] Zanelle had a total of four and a half hours before her big meeting with a Hollywood agent, a meeting which she had spent the last few nights excitedly preparing for. Unfortunately, her excitement wore off pretty quickly, and was instantly replaced with gut feelings of dread and nervousness. Her hands trembled a little as she dropped two spoonfuls of sugar into her empty coffee mug; the shaking stopped the instant that coffee touched the tip of her tongue. [color=#C6828F]"I'm such a fucking mess..."[/color] Zanelle muttered under her breath before downing the cup in a few gulps and returning to her bedroom. 

In just thirty minutes, Zanelle had showered, thrown on a presentable outfit, and run a comb through her hair. She'd even applied a little bit of makeup, being careful not to "overdo" it as she usually did. She wanted to leave a certain impression on the agent, one that said "I'm refreshed, awake, and ready to work hard" rather than "I'm trying to mask just how tired I am with this face full of makeup." By the time she'd exited her apartment and locked the door behind her, it was about half past seven, which gave her more than enough time to socialize with the other tenants before heading out in search of her destination. Although she'd only lived in the apartment building for two short months, Zanelle had already become acquainted with a few of the other residents. She was still fairly new to California, however, which would explain why her eyes were so fixated on her cell phone as she rode the elevator down to the main floor. Google Maps was telling her exactly where she needed to be and which route was the quickest. [color=#C6828F]"I really wish they had a subway here,"[/color] Zanelle said to herself right as the elevator doors opened.

[color=#C6828F]"Good morning, you two,"[/color] Zanelle nodded to Regina and Terrance as she made her way towards one of the couches that sat not too far away. She waved hello to a few of the others that she didn't know all too well before plopping down on the sofa and staring at her phone once more. Her destination was less than thirty minutes away, but still too far to walk. That is, unless she actually [i]wanted[/i] to sweat out her hair and ruin her makeup. [color=#C6828F]"Looks like I'll be calling an Uber,"[/color] Zanelle muttered to herself before rolling her eyes and switching over to the right app. [color=#C6828F]"Expensive motherfuckers."[/color]
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