⋆˚࿔ 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚗.

she's on her laptop, deep in thought, articles and notes strewn everywhere on the courtyard table. a mug of hot chocolate rests in an empty corner, forgotten. . . running manicured fingernails through her hair, juliet lets out a little huff. maybe she'll doordash some food.