LIFE ON THE NICKLE {{ EVAN

[LUNE DUPONT]

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[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: e8e8e8; float: left; padding: 3px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 1px;][/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: e8e8e8; width: 360px;]Drinking coffee alone in a Starbucks was a specialty of Lune's. Today she had twenty dollars, a spiral notebook, and a series of algebraic problems that her mother had casually passed to her at the breakfast table earlier that morning.

They had both sat seated at the table as quietly as usual. Lune nibbled at her toast and put an extra amount of effort into looking at the detail of the napkin that had stray crumbs of toast on top of it. A rustling sound from her mother had caught her attention though, and she looked up to see her with one hand in her purse. The same rustling noises carried on, until her mother had pulled out the paper, smoothing it out against the table before sliding it over.

"What's this," Lune had asked, already too annoyed to bother looking at the paper before asking.
Her mother's eyes ducked down back to her food. "Practice," she simply said.
"But it's almost summer break-"
"You're failing Algebra. Don't think I haven't been looking."

And that was that.

Her mother left shortly after that, most likely to tutor students that had an actual desire to work with numbers, and Lune took to lazing around her home for a few hours, occasionally giving the wrinkled paper covered in equations and tips and snide comments that were typical of her mother. Hell hath no fury like a teacher scorned, after all.

At some point around noon, Lune grabbed the paper, a pencil, her wallet, and her keys, with a coffee sounding much more appealing than the walls of her room.

She ordered her usual drink- an iced coffee with milk- and waited patiently next to the counter for her order, arms crossed and a blank expression on her face. Seconds ticked by, and soon enough she was handed her cold beverage. "Enjoy, ma'am," the much too cheery worker flashed a smile, but Lune only nodded as she took a step backwards.

Unfortunately, though, Lune did not have a pair of eyes in the back of her head, and before she could even think of taking another step back, she crashed into the figure of a person much larger than her. "Crap," she muttered, but she managed to keep a firm grip on the iced coffee. "My bad," she said, turning to face whoever she had just assaulted. [/style]
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[EVAN LENNOX]

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