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[sub][b]Interacting with:[/b] Blu Carver [@TayTay][/sub][/center][hr]
The waiting seemed to drag on and on for Marlie. The young woman’s impatience and annoyance grew stronger at every second spent standing in this stupid line and in this stupidly uncomfortable situation as evidenced by the consistent tapping of her heel on the concrete floor. Why she have to live in such a small town, where you couldn’t go two steps without running into somebody you knew? And why were people so sensitive, anyway? Didn’t any of them understand the concept of messing around and having fun? Was it too big for their small-minded brains? Why did she even agree to be Blu’s first, anyway, knowing fully well that all it would bring was a shitstorm to both of them? Hell, who knew if she and Anna would still be friends if she’d politely declined his advances that night? But noooo, she’d had to listen to the alcohol and hormones in her body and blindly follow along with what Blu wanted. And yet people had the audacity to call [i]her[/i] the perpetrator, when she was, in fact, the [i]victim[/i] of this all? These were the existential questions Marlie asked herself as the seconds in line slowly ticked onward.

One customer gone, then another, then it was finally Blu’s turn to be tended to. Once more, Marlie closed her eyes and silently wished nothing more than to vanish into thin air and disappear without a trace. But, of course, her wishes went ungranted. No sooner than Blu had finished his transaction than her fears were made a reality when she opened her eyes to find his piercing dark eyes looking straight at her.

She knew he was just as surprised to see her as she’d been to see him by the way his whole face seemed to just paralyze in shock. Marlena pretended not to notice this, though. Instead of acknowledging him in any way, she took the few steps to the register to complete her transaction and took off as fast as she could without looking desperate.

The Mexican teen reached her car in seconds, and quickly busied herself with grabbing the pump and starting the process of filling out her Ferrari’s gas tank. She discreetly tried to calm her nervousness, and was kind of succeeding… Until, out of the corners of her eyes, Marlie watched in horror as Blu Carver made his way towards her. He looked... [i]determined[/i]? That was the only word that would come to her in this very moment. The chocolate-skinned man seemed determined to confront her, or at the very least talk to her. It was not a conversation she wanted to be a part of. 

[color=3CB371]"H-hey Mar, long time no see."[/color] he began, hands in his pockets while giving Marlie a timid smile that broke her heart into a million pieces all over again. [color=3CB371]"How have you been, beautiful?" [/color]

[color=#F6989D]“Absolutely scrumptious,”[/color] Marlie replied dryly, showing no signs of weakness herself. She was thankful holding the gas pump hid the fact that her hands were shaking, and prayed that her uninterested attitude was enough to keep him away. She wanted to be nice to him; God she did. She wanted nothing more than to run to him and wrap her arms around him in a big hug and have everything go back to the way it was before. But she knew that things would never be the same, and she was scared he would misunderstand her if she was nice. Of course, the last thing the young woman wanted was to be nasty or cruel to the poor man, but she knew that engaging in any sort of conversation would probably send them down a rendezvous path neither of them wanted to go.

As if her prayers had [i]finally[/i] been answered, the numbers in the gas pump's dispenser's screen finally stood still, letting the young woman know that the amount of gas she had paid for had been successfully injected into the tank. This was her queue to leave, and she quickly embraced it.

[color=#F6989D]"Now, if you'll excuse me..."[/color] she said, putting the gas pump back in its designed slot and opening the door of her car. [color=#F6989D]"I'll see you around, Blu. You're looking really good tonight."[/color]

And with those words still hanging in the air, Marlie boarded her car, closed the door behind her and sped off, leaving behind nothing more than the lingering sound of a roaring engine.