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[color=C17ECE][b]Time[/b][/color]:3pm
[color=C17ECE][b]Location:[/b][/color]: Edin Theater 
[color=C17ECE][b]Interaction:[/b][/color]: [@FunnyGuy]
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As soon as Ruby heard the first words come out of the waffle-man's mouth, she knew she was in over her head. Pride always seemed to be an underlying motivator in Ruby’s actions, leading her to confrontations that she had no business getting involved with. But at the end of the day, it got her where she was now and that had to count for something. 

It was not necessarily the words spewing from Lorenzo’s mouth that struck her, but the tone in which he said them that made her want to wail like a child being disciplined. Tears quickly filled her eyes. The theater was still dim and she was not going to back down from her argument, even with piercing eyes staring back at her. She held back her waterworks until the man mentioned his precious Crystal’s tragedy this morning. This hit home for Ruby, and she almost felt ashamed. That is until these words emitted from him,

[color=f7976a]“I’m afraid you’ll never know what it means for a perfectly bloomed flower to stand out amongst the others in its bed.”[/color]

The drool that was coming from her mouth had stopped completely, and instead she now felt like her mouth was made of sandpaper. She gritted her teeth and let out a deep growl, vibrating passed her closed lips. With the stomp of her foot she chose to retaliate.[color=C17ECE]“Oh, I know full well what it means to be a perfectly bloomed flower standing in a bed!”[/color]she announced, knowing that she had no connection to the metaphor he was making.[color=C17ECE]“And I am truly sorry about your almost-daughter, but this is not about bias, sir. This is about hard work and dedication– c-c-creativity! Sure, I could have easily thought of a [i]horse[/i] hat to enter a contest right after a [i]horse[/i] race. Instead, I used my imagination and brought vibrant colors to life through the nest of my head. That is art. If I simply had the means to create something of more quality, then I bet you would have considered me more readily. To the nether-regions with your… lack of bias!”[/color]

She stared down at Lorenzo, shaking in her shoes. Deep down, she knew that the horse hat was far better than hers. She was entirely jealous of it and unwilling to admit that she didn’t think of such an idea for her hat. Ruby saw a glimpse of sadness in this man’s eyes. [color=C17ECE][i]He looks awfully rough.. like he’s been through several lives of loss and back.[/i][/color] Ruby was rethinking her aggressive approach.

[color=C17ECE]“But you did say that my hat could have secured second place?”[/color] she laughed nervously and with that took a seat next to him before she passed out.