Unoriginality for Sara
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Thread Topic: Unoriginality for Sara
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but like... 2002. that's...
behold the '90s toddler who is perpetually amazed that children born after 2000 aren't still infants, spare a select few
He listened as the door shut, then slowly headed back to the shop to order more coffee in replacement of those he'd dropped. The girl at the counter looked sympathetic, obviously understanding to a degree what had happened. Noticing that he tipped incredibly well again, she gave him a cookie with the order and an extra heartfelt smile. As Connelly headed back upstairs, he realized that he had no idea where the coffee was supposed to go. Someone else had to know for sure, so he made a point of asking almost everyone he passed until he got an answer.
he's a precious cinnamon roll and i would not let samantha date him, pretend or otherwise -
im four
im no infant
Samantha hopped into her car, turning over the engine. She put on a pair of plain sunglasses, sitting back into her seat. She turned the radio on to some s---ty pop station, because that's what was popular at the time. The beautiful girl began to weave her way out of the company's small, winding parking lot. "Why do they make things so confusing!" She mused, eventually finding her way out. "This was NOT how the first week on the job should go." She thought about her soiled pink dress in anger.
I made a stereotype man
what a slash pairing -
ur a fetus man
Eventually he got the coffee to its proper location, apologizing over and over for the delay as he explained the cause for its lateness. Once all eight drinks had been delivered, he returned to his area and sat down, trying to remember what the dress looked like, dry. Part of him seriously felt the need to pay for it, but he didn't want to overstep boundaries, especially when she'd already said no.
she's gonna have to dye her hair and get rid of all the pink tbh. at least temporarily -
yeah I am
Luckily, Samantha didn't live far. She got to her apartment in no time. It was a shabby, run down complex, but she made do. She didn't spend most of her nights there anyways. Usually, she would be at a club all night, with a guy, or at a friend's. Usually the second or first. In that order. The pampered girl entered her apartment, beginning to undress. She changed into a longer, black dress, but it was still tight. It was a gift from her mother. "If this gets ruined." She thought, grunting, as she took off her current jewelry and put on some silver and diamond jewelry.
she will
believe me -
and... words of advice from someone almost four years older than you? you will regret everything
Eventually he decided to locate her space and leave a note with his number on it, offering to have it cleaned somewhere he trusted, knowing that they could get out coffee stains like that. He also wrote that, again, he'd be happy to replace it for her. As he returned to his desk, he was greeted by a massive stack of papers that he was expected to do... something with. He sat at his desk and went through them, eventually figuring out what they were for and getting to work as he drank his coffee.
good -
not shocking
"Alright, do I look good?" She questioned, looking herself in the mirror. Samantha gave a small nod, looking to all the papers on the floor. "Yeah." She exited her apartment. Samantha wore smaller heels, more jewelry, darker eyeshadow, and a dark dress. It made her look way more elegant, even though she could hardly breath in this ages-old dress. Samantha made her way to her car, beginning to tweet on having The Total WORST Day At Work. She was complaining to all of her mates, indeed. Finally, she approached her car, and began to drive back to that dreaded place.
im a (insert word here idk what I am) girl trying to play a stereotype socialite
yes
she will change -
life is all about regret, son
He was almost finished with the stack by the time another was brought to his desk, causing him to let out a quiet, angry groan. As soon as he could stop working here, he would. His parents had taught him from an early age how to properly invest, so he honestly didn't understand why he had to learn to work. Especially doing something as difficult and annoying as this. He checked his phone as soon as no one else was around, checking on the few notifications he'd received. One was about a text from one of his friends from boarding school days, telling him that he'd be visiting for a week or two and that they should definitely meet up. He grinned at the thought. -
I just regret my fifth and sixth grade years
frickin hormones
When she got there, she swallowed her pride to go back in. This would be very embarrassing for the prideful Samantha. Exiting her car, she took a minute to close her eyes and breath before returning to work. "I'm going to be in so much trouble." She muttered to herself, walking around the small pink car. She headed towards the main entrance, hardly prepared to face the stares of her hateful co workers. "I wouldn't have to work, if Honey hadn't left me." She thought to herself, angry. She was taught to rely on men, not herself. That was how her mom was. -
i regret everything past like... third grade
For the first time in a year or so, Connelly and his friend were actually having a full conversation via text, instead of just sending messages at random times. He started moving through the second stack at a much slower pace, hoping he could drag out his work for the rest of the day. He took another sip of his coffee, then responded to the most recent text. -
wow
that's a lot of regrets
hipsters say regret nothing
yolo
Samantha walked through the glass doors, quickly. She walked quickly through the hallway, slamming the elevator button. Impatience filled the twenty three year old. She wondered if her mom would be proud of her. Relying on males, getting plenty of attention. Being the local socialite. This building, and Samantha being in it, would not make Agnes, her mother, proud. It would make her quite dismayed, angry, even. Needless to say, Sam often strived for attention from her mother. All Agnes did when Sam was a baby was talk about boys and sometimes abuse her. The abuse was granted in Samantha's mind, of course. It didn't hurt, and it was to teach her a lesson. Not mindless at all. -
i'm so sick of the hipsters they're everywhere and they're taking all of the places i enjoy like there was this great burger place??? all hipster now
Eventually he finished the stack and shoved his phone back in his pocket, deciding to head to the bathroom to avoid having any other work forced on him for a little while. On his way, he passed the woman from earlier. He gave her a faint, apologetic smile once again then continued to the bathroom. -
ewe
tbh I don't even like chipotle that much
its too spicy hahah
Samantha just gave the boy a soft glare. Not a threatening one, just a soft one. Samantha sighed, returning to her desk. She let her hair out of it's braid, petting it with her fingers in order to brush it. She sorted through the pile of papers, a loud sigh escaping from her lips. Samantha studied them for a moment, realizing it was stupid paperwork. Sipping her coffee, she began to scribble off her name. Samantha didn't bother to read half of the sheets. -
chipotle? i go to school right next to one but i've never actually eaten there...? is it supposed to be hipster?
He instantly felt terrible about everything once again, and hid in the bathroom for longer than expected. By the time he returned to his desk, he and his friend had already made plans. He returned to find another stack of paper on his desk, and audibly groaned. -
it kinda is
Samantha was clearing the papers at an incredibly slow rate, much to her frustration. She was signing them as fast as possible, but that still wasn't good enough! Samantha wasn't even halfway through the stack before another pile of paperwork was dropped on top of it. 'I hate this.' She thought to herself, groaning out load, quietly. 'I feel like I haven't made ANY progress.' Gazing around at the people around her, she realized they didn't have it much better. Some of them, to her legitimate shock, were actually READING the paperwork. -
ehhhh maybe tumblr hipster? also i'm time skipping because ew paperwork
The rest of the day passed with paperwork, coffee runs, and trips to the printer. At one point, the scanner decided to break, forcing Connelly to fix it on his own. He had no clue what he was doing, but managed to figure it out eventually. By the end of the day, he was completely exhausted and looking forward to going home.
i kind of want him to take the bus instead of drive there?? like even though he?? he just likes the bus and HATES driving
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