Dove
I didn't think I had ever seen Molly more phased out in the year I had gotten to know her. She just blankly stared at her phone for what felt like hours before she picked it up and called her Dad.
There were sniffles and slight tears as she tried to convince him to speak to Danilo but he didn't seem so keen. Minutes later he called back and it seemed he wasn't too successful in that. That led to more tears.
"We could have been the next fashion couple," she cried as we left class. Rodney and I tried our best to console her. "Fashion marriages are always the best."
"Maybe it's for the best," Rodney shrugged, "Benecio would have probably lost his shit."
She hummed with a pout then dramatically wiped away her tears before plastering a fake smile but started crying again. "Dove you applied. Did you get selected?"
