Ava sighs as she sits at the table. Sipping on her Margarita. Her lip to the side in a round shape as she pouts. She's 21, but still got I.D'd , because it's Miami and apparently they are heavy on the alcohol but not the weed. Then again, at least it means she's passable for under 21, so that makes her a bit happy. She checks her phone, she's been waiting 5 minutes for her date. Not any 30 minutes or nothing, but that's definitely not like, on time. A friend put her on, and set it up. She wasn't told much of anything, but she has like, nothing better to do. So she said yes. And even though she doesn't know who, she still tried. She's not dressed for prom or anything, but she tried. A white crop top, grey sweatpants, white sneakers. Made her shoulder length nice and blond hair straight but not stiff. Put on some mascara, and yesterday she did a spray tan and pimple patches.

Ava: Great. Probably some fucking nerd who's too stuck on his ass to go. That or the traffic is just heavy. Which I can understand. But you don't even, like, send a text? What a fuckin dick move, really.