Hotline Bling

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy brought up the most valid point that was available. Really, Penny had taken the thought into consideration, and only hoped her love's amused state would look over it. Wishful thinking.

With the change of subject, Penny took the opportunity to ignore the prior half of Lucy's messages. If she were lucky, the Australian would just allow the drop in her favorite subject with relative ease. Again, it was wishful thinking to consider it.

[Lucy Blaise: I am in the library on the second floor. Why?]

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Though her counterpart often wore it better, Lucy could be clever too. She liked to switch a moment to better suit her own needs; every question had a point. Of course Penny would ignore the words she used, and so for Lucy it provided clarity that she had made her point.

Eased back in her seat, Lucy resided to the idea that she didn't need to do work right now. She was already pushing herself further as it was; she could work from home if absolutely necessary.

[Redcoat_Bae: How could I forget your fave?]
[Redcoat_Bae: I could totally be there in half an hour]
[Redcoat_Bae: I know how much you love me in the library]

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

While Lucy was at work, the last thing Penny expected was for the Australian to leave entirely in favor of visiting her at school. Her fingertips tapped at the bottom of her phone as she honestly considered how to proceed. Naturally, she wanted Lucy there. The thought alone was enough to send her heart racing. Yet responsibility not just for herself but the ink manipulator weighed on her shoulders.

[Lucy Blaise: My class is in an hour.]

She knew she was avoiding the answer, but that was hardly the point. More, she was making no effort to actually stop Lucy from coming there. Even if she wanted to stop her, and of course she didn't, she doubted Lucy would listen.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

In the time Penny was considering her answer, Lucy was already moving; off her seat and away from the bright light that made articulation so much easier with a pencil. She had a delicate hold on the thin paper she carried, and minimal steps in the small space had dragged her into the usual room she worked in.

The tattoo shop. She totally should have listed that, too.

Placing the paper into its allocated folder, Lucy felt the way her phone finally called to her. It put a complete stall to her movements. She wasn't sure if she should grin or genuinely frown at the message; it felt unclear.

[Redcoat_Bae: I could go at least four rounds in that much time]

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Although flustered, Penny's eyebrows rose suddenly with the message she received. As red as her cheeks were, the Brit had to press her lips together tightly in order to suppress a smile that nobody would ever see.

Instead, she pressed her thumb to the keyboard, pressing each letter with slow precision.

[Lucy Blaise: Don't text and drive.]