Yes, I know, been a few days since I've written anything. Believe me when I say it's been a hellishly busy past few days, and life just keeps getting crazier.
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Anna closed her eyes, savoring the smell of warm apple cinnamon tea, before carefully placing it on the coaster on her desk and opening her laptop. Having gotten into the program she was currently working on, she sighed heavily and dove in, fingers clicking rapidly over keys as the tea cooled and her braid came slowly unwound. Fifteen minutes in, Sara poked her head around the door and cooed, "Guess who has tickets to see Mystique tonight?"
"You, of course, or you wouldn't be looking so smug," Anna said, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "Going with Mark?"
"Yup! Who knows, I may come back an engaged woman!"
"I'd say definitely, considering he asked you what your ring size was a few weeks ago."
"I knooowwwww!!!" Sara said, flouncing to the bed Anna had managed to cram in one corner. "What do you wear to your engagement?"
"Something pretty, not too fancy or he'll know what you're thinking about, but still attractive enough that he'll go through with it."
"Are you saying he wouldn't?"
"Of course not! Idiot, he's been in love with you for five years. Just stop thinking about it and have fun with the man you love. Be a little grateful that you have one," Anna said, smiling but pushing Sara in the side with her foot for emphasis.
"You'll find your own Mark eventually," Sara said, twining her arm around Anna's waist and lying her head on her roommate's shoulder.
"Ewwwwww..." Anna groaned. "I'd hurt myself."
"Whatever, he's amazing. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
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Okay this is dumb and I'm tired. Night, after one joke I may incorporate into the story - What did the Buddhist say to the hot dog vendor? "Make me one with everything." HA!
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