She looked at the people who had laughed at her embarrassing moment who were now shifting uncomfortably and looking at her oddly.
"Why do they get to have all the fun? I don't have to suffer." She replied nonchalantly, finally closing the stupid clasp.
She reached for his hand and pulled herself up, proceeding to wrap her arm around his shoulder dramatically.
"Look at them, Ian", she said as she squished their cheeks together, getting entirely too comfortable with him, but she didn't think anything of it. She was used to Ian, no matter how awkward he was, and she didn't care about invading her friends' personal space. It was actually a very unnerving quality about her, sometimes making her friends feel squeamish.
"They take pleasure from pain, or if they don't, they are conforming to the mindset of taking pleasure from pain."
She looked him straight in the eye. "I was going to say something really deep, but I forgot it." Then, she laughed again and unwrapped herself from him.
She got her bag up from the ground.
"Do you like it?", she motioned to the bag. "I made it myself. These", and she pointed to the waterproof covering over the underlying layer of sequins and fluffy fabric, "were particularly hard to appliqué, especially to make it form this particular pattern while still maintaining the function of water not seeping through....."
She was animated when she spoke. This was what she was most passionate about, her very core.
Fashion design.
Many a night she had stayed up until 4AM to sew,sketch, create new pieces in her diverse collection, which she wore herself, or sold online.
She loved hunching over the machine to the point where she could be diagnosed with scoliosis at a single glance, getting her fingers cut, her ideas melting into the final product.
She then realized it wouldn't really be appreciated here.
"Ah, nevermind I don't think it'd appeal to any of you.....", she said, a bit deflated, smiling a bit sadly.
I really don't think anyone here can appreciate such an art.....
She looked around the halls to the shiny new store-bought clothes, the outfits copied directly from the mannequins at the department store, and the lack of unique print, style, or color.
"Drones.....", she lamented softly.