kira blackthorn
Four Thousand Club
"That's true." Tessa spoke up voice bored and eyes on her phone. After finishing setting up her new playlist she slid it into her pocket and hopped up to join the other two allowing an old woman to take her seat. Leaning casually behind Mini she stuck her tongue out at Chris over Minis shoulder remembering his earlier comment. It wasn't her fault that she was always late. The universe made her late. It said so. Crossing her arms across her chest she relaxed back against the small section of wall between the seats and doors. "She does rock it better. Your face looked like a waffle gone wrong. "