{ maliathewild }

          “I’m sure you do.” 

    The doughnut gave her satiety,
    but still she was craving something; a coffee maybe?
    Dark eyes carefully watched Lydia’s manners & grace.
    Even while she ate, Lydia appeared to be perfect.
    A tinge of jealousy fogged her mind,
    but she refused to acknowledge it. 

             ”I’m sure everyone lines up to hang out with Lydia Martin.
              Should I feel honored that you allowed me to join you today?“ 

      ▒ ▓ █ ——— ;;「 ❁ 」

                                        she starts to wonder if this little haphazard meeting &
                                        talk is about boosting her self-pride a little bit more.

                                        hazel hues float to malia’s figure meanwhile she
                                        keeps eating her strawberry, delightful tart. she 
                                        clearly enjoys the sweet a bit too much, but doesn’t
                                        give it a second thought. smile smothers her lips
                                        for a second time, she licks leftovers of the dessert
                                        from her finger (clearly you are not really ʟᴀᴅʏʟɪᴋᴇ now,
                                        lydia) & eventually speaks again.

      ❝i’m not miss america, there aren’t any ｑｕｅｕｅｓ of people behind
        me as you can see. therefore not really, no.❞