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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on Jun 8, 2009 22:49:21 GMT -5
Izzy wasn't really all that into coffee, the smell of it was bad enough, the taste was just, yucky and it left that fuzzy feeling at the back of your mouth with just one little sip. It was a good thing that Starbucks sold more than just coffee because it was one of those places almost all of her friends hung out and she could manage to stand the smell just for those strawberry and fraps. They were like, heaven on earth and she was kind of hooked. No thanks to the weekly gossip meeting her and the rest of the models had after they went in for their weekly agency meeting.
So she was in the line, tapping her flip-flop clad foot impatiently, playing with her hair, waiting to get to the front to get her fix. She had serious impatience issued, she hated waiting for anything, she hated standing still and just standing in that same spot in the coffee shop had her shifting her weight from one to to the other and back again as she studied her hair for split ends, just for something to do. It made her little obsessed and vain but she really was anything but. She was a model but not your typical 'I love me' girl. She was just lucky to have it in her genes, since her mother was a now retired model and her grandmother was before her. It was like, a family tradition. Sort of.
It helped that she loved to dance. She had never been all that talented at it, she wasn't awful but she knew from a young age she would never be able to actually pursue it as more than just a hobby. Her mother had pointed it out too, she had her fathers clumsy feet, or so her old hag told her. But Izzy did it anyway, just to keep herself busy and fit and apparently it did help with her modeling, according to her agent it did anyway.
A louder than necessary sigh escaped her bare lips as she heard the poor new girl behind the cashier apologise, again, for the wait and curse under her breath as she did something else wrong with the cash register.
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ALEXISdanielleMORGAN
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Post by ALEXISdanielleMORGAN on Jun 8, 2009 23:27:16 GMT -5
Technically, Lexi knew that coffee was terrible for her. She was a dancer, and she wasn't really allowed to gain weight. It was the price she paid for being a principal dancer at the company. She was expected to be in shape and to keep her size at all times. It was just another part of life as far as everyone in the ballet was concerned. Still, Lexi was very much her own person. If she wanted coffee, she ought to be allowed to have it. Actually, she was typically very good at sticking to the rules. It was just since she'd gotten involved with Will that she seemed to be breaking most of them.
Even thinking about Will brought a smile to her face. She was quite lost in her own thoughts, remembering the night before. That was until she heard an overly loud sigh coming from the girl in front of her. Yeah, she'd been standing in line for quite a while. The girl behind the counter must have been new. She'd made a lot of mistakes and it was taking her forever to get through the line. Lexi was getting a little annoyed, too, but she was trying not to show it. That was until she'd heard the girl. "Coffee's not supposed to take all day, right?" she asked, offering the girl a polite smile. If they were going to be stuck in line together, they might as well talk. It only made sense. Besides, there was something about the girl that made her seem approachable. Sure, she was gorgeous, but she also looked like she was a pretty genuine person. Lexi appreciated that in people.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on Jun 9, 2009 0:04:05 GMT -5
Izzyhad been in her own little bubbly, looking at her hair and being bored and slightly annoyed at the long line and wait so she looked a little taken aback when the girl behind her spoke. She had that look on her face that screamed 'what? me?' but it didn't last all that long before she came back down from Izzy lang and into the starbuck. "I knooow. I mean, I feel her pain being new on the job but this is just taking the p a little." she said in her thick New Zelandish accent, keeping her voice down, she didn't want to insult the girl working, not that most of the other people were doing the same thing and sparing her feelings. They were all openly and loudly complaining.
"I'm Isabel... but everyone calls me Izzy." she introduced herself and even considered holding out her hand to shake but pushed that idea away, it would just feel weird and far too formal for her to do that. She did that to potential employees, not random people in coffee shops. Izzy gave the girl and her outfit a run over subtly, it was a bad habit she had picked up and if people noticed, could look like she was looking down her nose at them. Not what she meant, just a habit. It wasn't like she looked all that fancy anyway, a pair of denim shorts with a scruffy look to them and a bright yellow tank top with her matching flip flops. Not that she looked bad, she could probably make a bing bag look good, but she looked very, average.
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