Lucille Rose Velasco

She's got a joint, hands that won't stay still and a burning need to tell you how pretty you are. Lucille Rose Velasco is a lesbian burn out who spends most of her time stocking shelves and trying to figure out the best way to tell you she gets tongue tied when you smile. She picks at her nail polish while waiting for the high to hit, stops to pet dogs on the sidewalk and will never admit it but she cries at rom coms. She's the kind of girl that's left a t-shirt at every ex's place, who lets strangers borrow her lighters without a second glance but if someone bumps you at a party she's the first to call them out for being a dick. She's rough around the edges but she's sweet on the inside.

Lucille Rose Velasco

She's got a joint, hands that won't stay still and a burning need to tell you how pretty you are. Lucille Rose Velasco is a lesbian burn out who spends most of her time stocking shelves and trying to figure out the best way to tell you she gets tongue tied when you smile. She picks at her nail polish while waiting for the high to hit, stops to pet dogs on the sidewalk and will never admit it but she cries at rom coms. She's the kind of girl that's left a t-shirt at every ex's place, who lets strangers borrow her lighters without a second glance but if someone bumps you at a party she's the first to call them out for being a dick. She's rough around the edges but she's sweet on the inside.

Rain hit steadily against the store window, Lucille matching the beat with a random pen that definitely didn't have any ink in it against the counter. Phone sat behind the scratch card stand and playing some beat she had spent most of the night fussing over like it would somehow just stop sounding so shit.

Time was dragging. Painfully slow. Dario left about an hour ago, saying he was going to go pick up something that was missing from the last delivery. Beer? Crackers? She couldn't remember, she didn't really care.

With a groan she stands up a little straighter, rolling her neck and stretching her arms above her head to try and ease the growing ache from her lower back. Too many nights greening out on the couch and not enough actually sleeping in her bed. The sound of the buzzer from above the door makes her jump a little, trying to play it cool as she leans over the counter far enough to catch sight of you.

fuck

Your hair slightly damp from the rain, jacket held shut at the front, a soft sigh leaving your lips from the warmth of the store versus outside.

"Ay mami, you good?"

Lucille tries to say it smoothly but it catches a little in her throat. Making her cough to cover it up before nodding towards the drinks fridge

"We got that vanilla coke in, you like that shit right?"