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[right][sub][color=daa520][b]Location[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  Apollo Cafe
[b][color=daa520]Time[/color][/b]  [color=white]•[/color]  8AM-8:30AM
[b][color=daa520]Interactions[/color][/b]  [color=white]•[/color]  [color=C60000]Gus[/color] [@Lionhearted]; 
[i][color=daa520]Mentioned[/color]:[/i] [color=6ecff6]Dallas the Stalker[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=lavender]Felix[/color] [@jetipster], [color=f49ac2]Beau [/color][@Crimson Flame][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]Vivian was nearly back to her usual self thanks to the muffin that was now doing its magic inside her. She didn’t put anything [i]that[/i] special into them. She baked them with love and whenever Nadine came to pick them up early in the morning, she hoped that the feeling of warmth overtook whoever bought one. As it was for her right now, though she normally emits a small wave of magical endorphins that actually subdues bad thoughts and emotions to increase a more positive vibe one might have.

The teen gazed at Gus. That was an easy name to remember. Gus, like the famous Roman Emperor who was the son of Julius. Vivian remembered that from one of last year’s history lessons from one of the Librarians of Knowledge’s lectures. She couldn’t remember which one though. Not like it was important. What was important was not getting sidetracked. She didn’t have the time to distract herself with her thoughts, which was to say she could easily do it if there was a reason for her to do it. But no, Gus was nice enough for her to put all of what remained of her undivided attention on him.

[color=daa520]“Huh?”[/color] She came back to Planet Apollo Cafe. [color=daa520]“I mean, not usually. This morning’s just been a long one. After last ni--”[/color] Two things stopped Vivian from completing that sentence. Number one was the strict non-disclosure agreement she made with the staff to not speak of what [i]really[/i] happened at Dallas’ party last night. And the second was the vibration of her cell in her pocket and it went off multiple times in a row, annoying the blonde to no extent and it was quite visible. [color=daa520]“I’m sorry, just hold that thought.”[/color]

And as she read it, she got a flurry amount of text messages from Dallas. She rolled her eyes at the sheer amount but laughed. Her idiot brother was lucky she was already up. Had she gotten these while still asleep, she wouldn’t have appreciated his energy. She usually was up at this time, but still! Although, what he said made her raise an eyebrow and something in her made her turn her head to glance around the cafe. And there he was on the opposite end of the cafe, sitting at a table with Felix Bellville and the glamorous Son of Aphrodite.

[color=daa520]“Oh my god, how does he--”[/color] Vivian went from only mildly annoyed to freaking out in front of Gus. [color=daa520]“Sorry again! My brother sent me some text messages and now he’s over there with a few of his friends -- or, at least I think they’re his friends.”[/color] Oh, Gods, why did she say that? Now he’ll know who her brother is. She didn't know if he would want to introduce himself or not, not that it would even be a problem or anything. Maybe she shouldn't overthink it. There was nothing to overthink, right? 

Vivian tried not to look over that way, mainly hoping Dallas wouldn’t notice that she was just a few yards away. Dad forbid he see her with a boy. If he was overprotective normally, she had no doubt he’d go into overdrive mode the second he saw her with a boy, even though they just met.[/indent][/indent][/color]