they-called-me-captain:
“Oh, apologies. Here I was hoping I could snag that extra chair, but I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Steve.”
“Michelle. And if you need the chair, you can take it. I’m just right in the middle of something, and distractions could be catastrophic.”
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“Uh, sorry, it’s just there aren’t any tables left and I need a place to do my homework. I promise, I’ll be quiet.”
This does make her look up, a soft frown curling her features. She really wasn’t in the mood to be bothered today. But...if the kid really needed to do his homework, who was she to prevent that? MJ huffed a sigh through her bose and shrugged.
“Fine. You can stay, Just keep it down.’
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She speaks without even glancing up from the heavy paperback in her, a look of CONCENTRATION on her features.
“Seat’s taken. Sorry.”
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Lavender Feminist Aesthetic
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