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[color=salmon][indent][indent]Malu definitely hated lines with a passion. 

Maybe it was her innate impatience or just the fact that when she was starving, especially on a day that didn't get off to the best start, she was extra irritible. But all she knew was that watching the line go so slow and how it just seemed to be like an old person driving -- like someone in their forties. And the longer she was forced to consistently watch the people inside the truck move like snails, the more she was starting to wonder if it was even worth being at the back of the line. Not even the text she just received from Mia, saying she was on her way, asking her to save her a spot in the line, was enough to put her into a better mood.

The only thing that might set the chemical imbalance that was about to result in her fist in someone's face was three orders of crunchy chicken tacos with extra hot sauce and lime juice.

[color=crimson]"Hurry the fu—"[/color]

Suddenly, from behind Malu felt a decent enough force cut her off and that familiar smell of a certain Italian friend of hers always smelled of. Something consisting of something you'd expect the Kardashians to wear,  but way hotter. "Jesus fuck, you sure know how to make an entrance."

[color=92278F]"Hey, grouchy! I missed you!"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Yeah, missed me so much you pounced me from behind."[/color] She gave Mia a teasing smirk. Their banter was always borderline sexually charged. It was a nice contrast between the nerdy one she often had with her Nala. Kind of a yin yang of her friendships. Question was, what was Mia?

And that's a question that would have to be answered later, because even before Romano spoke up, she noticed the new bangs.

[color=92278F]"So, bangs, what are we thinking? ...Please say something nice. Vincent has been calling me a 'little lad' all morning, I need it for my self-esteem."[/color]

[color=crimson]"About Vincent? The fact he didn't fail last year is proof I always have something nice to say about him, but after he did you dirty? He's only getting a C for the next quarter. Let's see him bitch after that."[/color] The thought made Malu laugh for a solid couple of moments. As she toned it down, she gave her girl a smile. [color=crimson]"But you're killing it, bitch. And trust me, I bet he's just deflecting -- what with [i]his[/i] little lad."[/color]

Someone had to stop Malu or she was going to commit verbal murder on him before the day was done.
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