i got your picture, i'm coming with you {open}

[Skye Malizia]

Weekends were beautiful things. No school to worry about, later nights a blessing. Skye walked the streets of New York, feeling more at home than she had in Italy. This is where she belonged.

Heads turned when she walked, not because they thought she was beautiful, but because of the clothes she wore. Designer labels, a new style. This is where trends were set, and today people liked her look. Women who were clearly models would watch her as she passed, and she hoped there were agents out today. Not that she wanted to model, but she was always flattered by the offers.

The sun had just gone down and the city awoke. Bright lights illuminated her path, a shadow not to be found in these beautiful streets. The willowy Italian walked by a familiar diner, then did a double take. Wasn't this...? She'd seen one in Washington, and assumed it was one of a kind. Perhaps it was a franchise she was unaware of. The Why Not Diner. Tristan had said it belonged to his family? Maybe they were millionaires or something. She hadn't got that impression when she was around him, but hey, he could be one of those cool millionaires.

Genuinely curious, she backtracked until she arrived at the Why Not Diner entrance, and pushed the door open. The interior looked identical to the restaurant in D.C. . She didn't expect to see Tristan; she assumed he was back in Washington. The menu was the same too, and she was craving a disgusting American burger. When she first arrived, the idea repulsed her, but she broke down eventually for the 'experience', and found that although they were disgusting in content, the taste was actually not as horrible as she thought it would be.

So Skye sauntered up to the counter and took a seat, letting her eyes wander around the homey setting.

[veronica]

Veronica was drowning herself in Chicken Pot Pie. Who needs friends or a shoulder to cry on, when you have chicken pot pie?

The Tutor was past the crying. She was past the denial. All of his pictures were already methodically burned. All of his gifts pawned off. She wasn't so much crushed as she was offended. How dare he? Veronica had devoted six months to this guy, she takes one trip off to some stupid competition (Which turned out to be canceled.) and came back to see him with some Faery temptress

"Pig." She muttered into her chicken pot pie, as she stabbed it ferociously. "I hope him and his little faery sex toy are happy with each other. It's not like people need personalities or anything, no, just a PRETTY LITTLE FACE." She stabbed two eye holes and a mouth into her pie, then, swirled it around the dish, watching her little pie man fade into a mess of crust and mush.

She was so absorbed in her breakup with her cheating, good for nothing boyfriend to notice that she was flinging chicken pot pie everywhere, including onto the student of hers who had sat near her at the counter.

[Skye Malizia]

Schuyler jumped when a piece of meat pie landed on her coat arm. She looked up, mouth open to complain, when she saw who the assailant was.

"Ms Park?" Skye exclaimed automatically. It had been a while since she'd been in one of her classes, but she certainly remembered the professor. The woman seemed extremely irritated, and Skye didn't want to get in her bad books so close to midterms. But, because of the kind of girl she was, she had to ask, "What's wrong?"

The young Italian girl eyed the massacred meal, wondering if maybe that would be her if she said the wrong thing. Veronica Park was a fearsome opponent in battle; Skye had watched the Stage Fright coverage. This woman was someone she admired, respected, and kind of feared. It was cool that she was a young teacher, but the minor age difference was enough to make Skye consider her as an adult. And Skye generally got along better with her peers than with anyone older than her.

All thoughts of ordering something to eat abandoned her, and she just lifted a finger to ask the boy behind the counter to wait a moment before taking her order.