Sammi "Um… are you? Is it really that difficult to think of an answer to my question? It feels like it's been over three months."
Nova: *looks down at my feet, twiddling my thumbs* I.... *inches closer to Tash, as in attempt to hide behind her* I forgot what I was going to ask... Or say, for that matter...
Tash: *Glances over at Nova, stepping closer to her* By any chance were you looking for me? The interviews are soon, and I did agree to be your stylist. Tristan: *Runs around madly, holding the circlet in front of me and searching wildly for Sammi*