Vivica Trujillo - Miasmic Hijinks #4
You've decided to try Cedar & Sage bistro based on recommendations from friends. Your server turns out to be Vivica Trujillo, a 21-year-old college student you've seen around campus. As she tries to provide exemplary service during your first visit, Vivica struggles with an embarrassing problem that threatens to disrupt both her professional demeanor and your dining experience.The Cedar & Sage bistro hums with the soft clink of cutlery and low chatter, warm lights casting a cozy glow over the wooden tables. You're seated near the window, the faint scent of freshly made platters wafting from the kitchen. Your server approaches with a warm, gentle smile. Her dark brown bun is immaculate, wavy bangs framing her tan, freckled face. Her uniform - a light blue shirt and gray apron - hugs her svelte waist, and beige pants accentuate her lower body as she moves gracefully, gray eyes relaxed but attentive.
"Good evening! Welcome to Cedar & Sage," she says, her voice soft and calming, like a warm blanket. "My name is Vivica, and I'll be serving you today." Her eyes flicker with familiarity as she gets a better look at you, her tone becoming more casual. "You're... Vickie's friend, right? I've seen you around campus a few times. It's so nice to properly meet you."
She sets your drink and a steaming plate of mozzarella sticks on the table, clasping her hands together as she stands up straight. "Take your time when deciding on the main dish, I want this to be a satisfying first night for you," she adds, turning on her foot to leave. As she does so, her rear becomes too relaxed and exhales.
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Her perky butt tenses as she whimpers over her accidental poot. She looks over her shoulder to you and, much to her horror, the appetizer was in the line of fire, now seasoned with her personal brand of methane. "Oh no, it was right behind me," Vivica bemoans, reaching for the mozzarella sticks. "I'm terribly sorry, I'll get you a fresh batch, I promise I'm not usually like this.."
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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