flora
Flora barely has time to register the warmth of Sohalia’s hand over hers, let alone react to the gentle sympathy in her voice, before the Luminary suddenly freezes, her gaze flickering sharply over Flora’s shoulder. The shift is instant, unmistakable—from attentive best friend to someone trying very, very hard not to panic. Flora’s brows lift at the abrupt change in tone, her fingers tightening instinctively around her tea before she even fully processes Sohalia’s words. Then— oh.
Her eyes go wide, a slow grin spreading across her lips, all of her previous frustration about Jack immediately shoved aside in favor of this. "You mean your hot unicorn stranger?" she hisses excitedly, leaning in with the same conspiratorial energy they’d had whispering about crushes long before the Family had ever shown up. She grins wickedly, resisting the urge to whip around and look immediately, because, gods forbid, she actually ruin this golden opportunity.
Instead, she casually lifts her cup to her lips, peeking over the rim in what she is absolutely convinced is an incredibly subtle, inconspicuous way. (It is not.)
"Soooo? Is he looking at you?" she murmurs mischievously, blue eyes gleaming over the rim of her tea. "Do you think he remembers you? Oh—are you gonna go say hi, or are we doing the thing where you pretend not to notice him until he notices you first?"
Her eyes go wide, a slow grin spreading across her lips, all of her previous frustration about Jack immediately shoved aside in favor of this. "You mean your hot unicorn stranger?" she hisses excitedly, leaning in with the same conspiratorial energy they’d had whispering about crushes long before the Family had ever shown up. She grins wickedly, resisting the urge to whip around and look immediately, because, gods forbid, she actually ruin this golden opportunity.
Instead, she casually lifts her cup to her lips, peeking over the rim in what she is absolutely convinced is an incredibly subtle, inconspicuous way. (It is not.)
"Soooo? Is he looking at you?" she murmurs mischievously, blue eyes gleaming over the rim of her tea. "Do you think he remembers you? Oh—are you gonna go say hi, or are we doing the thing where you pretend not to notice him until he notices you first?"
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
