[ and now she was reading signals wrong. isabella groaned softly, shifting the basket on her arm. it wasn't that she was hiding her sexuality, but coming from NYC where she had zero fears and no worry of extreme judgement, returning to blackwell reminded her of it's many, many problems.

but whatever. nicola thought she was cute. that's a good sign, right? ]

Uh, yeah. At Chew a few blocks over. My dad owns it. [ and her step-mother, but she doesn't matter. ] I'm a waitress. Not as exciting as putting out fires, let me tell you.