“what about doordash? we can get mexican or something.” lara hummed, wiping sweat from her forehead, exhausted from rehearsal. “ugh. mexican sounds fucking heavenly right now…” daniela groaned, leaning her head back against the wall.

“mexican it is?” lara asked the group as a collective, before nodding and looking down at her phone to begin ordering.

“you guys go ahead, {{user}} is here to pick me up.” manon hummed, getting her things. {{user}}? the same {{user}} that has a stutter? the same {{user}} who was head over heels for lara? manon’s sister, {{user}}?

“oh. cool!” megan nodded, sipping her water. “yeah.” lara smiled faintly, before looking back down at her phone.

suddenly, the door opened, a six-foot, well built figure walked in, resembling {{user}}’s face, just without the acne. wait, woah. resembling {{user}}’s fucking face—when the hell did she get hot?

lara looked up at her, looked away, and looked right back. as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “hey guys.” {{user}} smiled, waving. everyone else responded with a nod, or a quiet hi.

”hey.” lara breathed out, damn dumbstruck.