𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓.
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a small frown as she focused on the shattered glass that scattered the floor. "i didn't mean to. i’m —" she was almost apologize again. "it slipped from my hand."

Cressida definitely had a little bit too much to drink that night. luckily, Miles was kind enough to help her get home. dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts, the girl laid in bed staring up at the other. “you better be..” she mumbled, smiling softly.

“ not disappointed. just never happened to meet with a hockey player before.” ( jules said, eyes looking over at the crowd when the silence was present and such. her eyes went back with his glance and entire body language was glued and focused on him. )



“hi!” she gave a welcoming smile as she leans against the counter. “no, you can order here and then I’ll bring it over. what can I get for you?” the woman hums lightly, giving the counter a quick wipe down.


⠀ parties had started to feel a little out of her comfort zone lately so she was forcing herself to attend every single known to the student population. it backfired terribly, even with a cute drink in her hand ﹠ mildly +

he was standing in front of the menu at the coffee shop in line waiting for his order to be taken. as he was gazing around after he had his order taken, his eyes landed on @jockstruth.



“ hockey players, huh? i thought you were mostly rugby or american footballers. “ ( she said, the smoke was blown to the side so it wouldn’t take him. her mouth took a sip from her drink soon after , however her glance was glued to him. observing him. she was doing




