── BROOKE SIERRA SMITH ───────────────────────
x─ nineteen ─ female ─ pansexual ─ marking; nose ─ soulmate; melanie ─ location; flower shop ─ mentions; none ─ tags; neil, romi, melanie ─
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as brooke made her way through the store movement outside caught her eye. looking through the glass front door brooke spotted the street performer that took a stand outside of the flower shop each weekend. brooke enjoyed listening to her sing all sorts of tunes, her sweet voice drawing her in to listen. while she wasn't supposed to, brooke stepped out of the store and walked over toward the performer. if her boss found out she left the store unattended during her work hours, with customers inside, there would be hell to pay, but brooke took the chance anyway. she found a place to stand near the female, listening to the song she was currently singing. while brooke didn't know the song she was singing the blonde swayed along to the music, her fingers gently patting the side of her thighs as she followed the rhythm.
── RHETT BENNETT EBBITT ─────────────────────
x─ eighteen ─ male ─ demi-bisexual ─ marking; shoulder ─ soulmate; faith ─ location; coffee shop ─ mentions; none ─ tags; faith ─
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- as the girl explained that the pseudo waitress was someone she knew bennie shrugged. made sense to him that the waitress would bring this girl her order as they knew each other. there wasn't much for him to question. finally taking a bite of his danish bennie realized just how hungry he was this morning, the danish being the first thing he head eaten today. not wanting to seem like a ravenous monster, however, he took smaller bites and took time to chew the food slowly. after swallowing the food in his mouth the teen spoke up, i get that. anything with apples in it is my weakness, especially apple pie. he found it interesting that minty flavors helped calm the girl, he always found the burst of icy coldness somewhat unsatisfying, though he supposed everyone had different ways of destressing. for bennie his coping mechanism was molding with clay, even if all he was molding is a misshapen lump. why not? you don't need talent to do something you enjoy. just as long as you're having fun with it then that's all you need, he said, leaning forward some in his chair. plus, if you do something for long enough you'll improve at it. he gently tapped at one of the math books, even stuff like that, he added on. when the girl stated that bennies likes the arts as well he somewhat froze. was it that obvious? bennie didn't really enjoy telling others about his artistic interests, but for some reason it didn't so much bother him when it came to this girl. with a small nod he said, a little, yes. he slowly ventured. some aspects of the arts interest me. it was all he was willing to explain as he was hesitant on telling her that he sculpted dragons, many, many dragons.
