n/a
she/her
27
FEB 28
rustboro city
chaotic bisexual
fashion designer
part-time ranger
ooh, she'll take your name and number then she'll hit erase and walk away
sugar and spice [m][c]
POSTED ON Jan 6, 2021 6:30:37 GMT
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Where skyler dross was positively lost, Mila Alexopoulos was perfectly at home. She flounced around the PRIMARINA DESIGNS STUDIO with ease, her short skirt flaring out behind her as she jumped between clients and her own personal projects. Though there were many things that Mila could do, the thing that she did the best with was fashion. Or at least thought so. She felt at home whenever she was at the studio, no matter tasks that she had lined up for her that day, no matter how many deadlines that she had to make and definitely no matter how much sleep she lost. [break][break] Luckily, it seemed that this day - much opposed to the day that she met angelo vestri she felt energized and exuberant, rather than lethargic and sleep-deprived. She smiled as a satisfied client waved back at her, offering her what she thought was a pleasantly kind tip, and ignored their suggestive comment about meeting her for a cup of tea around the block. She walked him through the glass door and watched until he got into his car and drove off.
[break][break] As she pocketed the cash, however, she noticed a flutter of golden hair that caught her eye. She turned, and there she was, a beautiful girl looking at one of Mila's personal line — a blue shellos-themed skirt, that she'd only been testing out, and that wasn't even on the rack yet. Well, officially.
[break][break] Mila Alexopoulos was good at many things, even perfect, and she had no weaknesses. Except one weakness. And that was pretty - no, beautiful girls.
[break][break] Hands twisted behind her back, she flounced over to the stranger and introduced herself. "Hi there! Don't think we've seen you here before, miss..." she trailed off, hopefully to give the woman a chance to introduce herself, and then fingered the skirt that the other seemed to be eying, maybe enough to brush their fingers lightly together. "This," she said, with emphasis, as she turned her gaze with a sparkle in her eye. "Would look perfect on you."
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