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quick to place both of her hands on the cover of her journal— she wasn’t quite ready to share her work and not necessarily because she had anything to hide .. it was just. beck was always weird about showing things ——
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“ there’s really nothing to show here .. it’s just random ideas shuffled everywhere. ” shifting her body, placing the book within her lap. ——
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continued smile, gentle hands going for the card sat on the surface— rifling for her wallet working to put it inside of her bag. “ lesson absolutely learned. ” the way he spoke, gaze analyzing every single feature. ——
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following receipt, orbs locking onto the nametag attached to fabric. “ and 𝘺𝘰𝘶 are …. joe ? ” observation skills coming in handy. aura she exudes was kind and warm, welcoming ;
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knowing full well how late she was, fumbling her phone in an attempt to check the time— the hours had somehow gotten away from her .. though, she knew she couldn’t fool someone like peach either ; sliding on her boots.
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louis vuitton heel tapping against the ground’s 𝖋𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡, the bench should’ve been a 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 at the marco polo bar. a sigh as she waited for @bckisim to
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the phone would begin ringing within her palm — quick to answer it whilst being halfway out the door. hearing the words of her dearest friend. " i know, i 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸— i’m late, but i’m on my way, i swear. " ——
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it’d taken everything in beck to find the general muse to write again— so many distractions, so many people, the noise all around her. there just hadn’t been a good time to focus on her own ideas .. until now.
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never giving herself enough credit. gaze flickered up toward the sound of his voice, eye contact made, followed by smile ; digits loosely holding onto the pen, other hand sat atop her journal. +
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/ flipped an acc for him …. @filmedwriter
