Mela: Maybe what?
"you might get my number...maybe not...now I gotta go record..."
-she enters a recording studio-
Mela sighs and tosses her braid
Mela: quietly, to herself You got this Mela...make the mortal work for it.
She walks away from the studio
a couple hours later
Mela's gone. Sne's not anywhere near the recording studio
-Darien runs home fast-
Timeskippy
(yew)
it's about 4 'o clock and Darien is running at the track
Coach:"3 more laps,Darie!"
Darien:"YEAH!"
Mela strolls past
Darien completes her laps,grabs her bags and runs after Mela
"hey!"
-she waves a piece of paper around-
