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[color=ffd1d3][b]Location:[/b][/color] Strip Mall
[color=ffd1d3][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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As Desiree drove, her eyes continued to drift to her hand. The singular punch hadn’t done much damage on her end, but her knuckles [i]were[/i] red. She pursed her lips, disappointed in herself. Harming that man hadn’t been her initial goal, but things had escalated quickly and she had lost herself in panic. She knew that if she ever saw the guy again, he’d gladly screw her over. Thinking about his last words to her, she had to fight back a shudder. If it hadn’t been for Leighton she probably would have gotten arrested, or worse, killed.

Speaking of Leighton…

Desiree glanced over at the girl, who seemed lost in thought. She wondered what the dark-haired young lady was thinking. Was she planning on misleading her? Had she already done so? Desiree sighed, unable to bring herself to care anymore. If push came to shove, she’d continue to pick herself up. That was her only option. 

Looking back over at the road, Desiree jumped as she was addressed. She glanced at Leighton, nodding. A cup of coffee flavored cream sounded great at the moment, just what she needed for how drained she was. Desiree pulled crookedly into a snow coated parking space, quickly surveyed the area, and turned off the car. 

[color=ffd1d3]”Alri--”[/color] She touched her throat, grinning broadly as she realized that she was able to speak again. Making sure it wasn’t just a fluke, she continued. [color=ffd1d3]”Alright...I like my coffee with three pumps of caramel syrup.”[/color] She winked despite herself, stepping out of the car and waiting for Leighton to join her before heading toward the Dunkin’ Donuts.