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"the mallory jade getting on her knees and begging for forgiveness would be a wild sight. imagine the commotion it would cause online." salem teased before taking a sip of her coffee. "staying out of trouble? for some reason i don't believe you. there's got to be more." she found it hard to believe mallory hadn't been up to anything interesting since they last saw one another. the pair was wild but the other was typically always up to something. "the song?" salem said enthusiastically. "it's called honey and it's pretty much done. i think i'm gonna leave it real stripped down and acoustic and release it like that. i wrote it about that girl i was telling you about." it was refreshing for salem to talk about working on new music again without any pressure surrounding it. "i was struggling for the longest time but now i have all these feelings i need to work through you know? i'm just trying to sort through everything i'm feeling in a healthy way. speaking of which we need a collab."

"I know but I feel like it." Mallory pouted, returning the reassuring gesture by briefly squeezing Salem's hand. "Seriously, I feel like I need to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. And you know I don't just do that for anyone." She listened as Salem shared about how she spent her time. Mallory admired her friend's resilience and humor in the face of it all. "I'm fine. Been staying out of trouble which is surprising given my history." Mallory teased, trying to lighten up the mood. She wasn't going to unpack her feelings not without knowing her oldest friend was clearly going through something bigger than she was. "But enough about me, tell me more about this music you've been writing. I'd love to hear all about it. I feel like it's been too long since you've released a song."

when milani suggested a shopping spree salem immediately agreed. there was nothing she loved more than some retail therapy with one of her best friends. club monaco was supposed to be a quick stop but salem knew her friend well enough to know that was going to be a lie. she wasn't mad at it though considering milani was always fun to be around. there was something about her confidence and bold personality that bought comfort to salem. their pile of shopping bags were stacked next to salem's seat as she patiently waited outside the dressing room, scrolling through instagram on her phone. in true milani fashion she reappeared twenty minutes later in a completely different outfit (which was cute as hell) . "a complete wardrobe change is crazy." salem teased before the other spoke. as she eyed the two different shoe options she was stumped for a moment. "i think the black kedda's. you can do way more with them plus the flats give that coquette vibe. not that you couldn't pull that off but the loafers are more you." she nodded. "realistically thought you could just get both and maybe pair the flats with something else? but only if you feel really torn between the two."

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               milani   had   promised   club   monaco   would   be   the   last   stop   they   made.   despite   how   quick   she   claimed   to   be,   she   still   instructed   the   other   to   take   a   seat   as   she   disappeared   into   the   dressing   room   with   an   arm   full   of   items.   what   ?   she   liked   to   have   options.   when   they   re-emerged   from   the   room   twenty   minutes   later   in   a   brand   new   outfit,   she   was   also   barefoot,   but   they   did   come   baring   two   options   for   their   partner   to   pick   from.   "   i   stood   in   front   of   the   mirror   for   a   whole   five   minutes   clueless,   i   need   your   help.   "   she   sighed   as   she   came   to   stand   in   front   of   them.   "   should   i   go   for   white   ballerina   flats   or   black   kedda   loafers   ?   and   yes,   i   am   aware   that   i   do   look   good   in   anything,   so   try   to   imagine   it's   not   me   in   this   outfit   but   someone   much   more...   plain.   which   one   of   these   would   make   the   outfit   on   them   look   better   ?   "

"i'm not working on anything special at the moment. i was just trying to de-clutter my brain instead of my usual avoidant behaviors. the biggest perk about finally leaving the house so far has been running into you though." salem replied with a smile. it was nice seeing esme in a normal social setting, typically she was feeding salem drinks los fantasmas. "not dead just....dead adjacent i guess?" she teased. "i'm okay though, i needed some time to rot and not be around people. i am sorry i've been ghost. but more importantly how are you?"

             ꒰ა  ♡  ໒꒱--— the  sight  of  salem  is  a  welcome  one;  esme  hadn't  seen  her  in  a  minute,  and  while  she  had  reached  out,  she'd  always  been  a  proponent  of  "giving  people  their  space".  she  knew  salem  would  come  back  out  into  the  land  of  the  living  when  the  time  called,  but  that  didn't  mean  she  missed  her  any  less.  her  smile  is  bright  as  she  slides  into  the  seat  across  from  her,  burgundy  nails  tapping  against  the  coffee  she  cradles  in  her  hands  (  snickerdoodle  coffee  with  cinnamon  and  two  extra  sugar  packets  today  ),  "  watcha  workin'  on  ?  long  time  no  see,  thought  you  died  or  something.  "

a smile stretched across salems lips as luna sat down. it had seemed like forever since the two last saw one another. she quickly moved her coffee and journal aside to give the other space at the table. before even having a moment to respond luna was yanking their boots off and all salem could do was laugh and glance around the small cafe to see if anyone else had noticed. she loved that luna was random like that. "okay there's not way you haven't broken those boots in yet?" she said with a grin before closing the journal in front of her to give luna her undivided attention. "nope it's fine! plus even if you did i'd just dedicate the page to you and turn it into a happy little memory or something." she sipped on her coffee while leaning back in her chair. "i'm actually gald i ran into you, i think the universe knew that i needed to see someone that i loved. not to be dramatic but i just realized how much i've missed you." salem let out a small chuckle. it was probably a bit dramatic but it was genuine.

               naturally   more   of   a   recluse,   luna   hated   the   days   she   designated   for   being   outside.   she   was   someone   who   much   preferred   the   comfort   of   their   tarantulas,   their   cat,   their   candles,   their   books,   and   ( most   importantly )   their   bed.   they   usually   tried   to   knock   everything   out   in   one   day   which   meant   that   day   had   already   been   piled   high   with   multiple   things:   office   hours   with   at   least   two   of   her   professors   (   but   with   the   way   luna   yapped   it   ended   up   being   four   ),   a   studio   session,   grocery   shopping   (   for   their   apartment   but   also   for   drew   and   rafas   ),   a   library   date   to   check   in   all   their   old   books   and   check   out   new   ones,   and   a   trip   to   casablanca   to   interview   more   locals   on   the   folklore   they   needed   for   their   thesis.   she   nearly   fell   into   blooms   &   coffee,   looking   a   little   worse   for   wear,   when   salem   appeared   like   a   beacon   of   light.                  they   flopped   down   in   the   chair   across   from   her,   their   backpack   too   heavy,   arms   nearly   falling   off   from   the   weight   of   the   books   they   carried,   and   her   boots   untied   and   numbing   their   feet   the   longer   she   stood.   the   relief   was   enough   to   make   them   laugh.   "   do   you   think   anyone   would   judge   me   too   much   if   i   take   my   boots   off   right   now   ?   ⸻   fuck   it.   "   they   sighed,   yanking   the   platform   boots   off   her   feet.   "   i   dress   like   i'm   not   dependent   on   my   feet   to   get   me   everywhere,   this   is   ridiculous.   i   didn’t   mess   up   your   journal   did   i   ?   "   the   worry   struck   quick   as   she   pulled   her   books   toward   her   side   of   the   table.