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She had been so excited the drive there, Taylor Swift accompanying her the whole time on her way to Austin, even her broken A/C hadn't quelled her excitement. To her, the three-hour drive in the Texas heat had all been worth it once she stepped foot into the already crowded building. It was overwhelming, from the overlapping voices to the multitude of colors covering the building. Though what took the cake had to be the oversized heads of other content creators staring down at her. Their eyes watching over the crowd felt a little too reminiscent of big brother. She wondered if she was Winston in this metaphor, quickly shoving the thought away as a chill crept up her spine. The A/C in this building was working overtime, leaving the heat and sweat behind at the door, long forgotten. She pulls her bag to her front, rummaging around for her sweater, which had been discarded hour one into her drive here, in an attempt to starve off the cold.
A groan escaped her lips as her sweater continued to allude to her, "seriously, how far did I cramp you down there." Attempting to reach further down her, yet somehow still coming up empty, she feels her shoulder collide with another, almost pushing her to the ground, though she finds her footing. Not even being able to mutter a half-hearted apology, the mysterious figure has already mixed in with the crowd of other people. A trail of explicit follows her on her way to one of the back rooms to which she has access.
Any hopes of privacy were dashed as she walked in and saw the scattered groups of people chattering. She does not know why she had been expecting privacy in the first place. It's a creator event; where else would the said creators be? If she wanted privacy, she should have driven to her hotel. Not seeing anyone she recognized, she slipped into the furthest corner of the room, getting down on her knees and pulling the items out of her backpack in hopes of a more thorough look that would locate her sweater. Unfortunately, her search is cut short as a pair of feet come into her view. Causing her to look up to see an unfamiliar face, messy, unkempt blonde hair that somehow looked good, brown eyes hidden behind a thick frame of glasses, and a tall man greeting her view. She might have even gone as far as calling him handsome, though the scowl did him no favors.
“What are you doing,” He asked in such a flat voice that if it weren't for his sneer, she could almost believe it was just a harmless question. Instead of answering his question, she rolled her eyes and went rummaging in her bag again. She hoped maybe if she ignored him, he’d give up and go literally anywhere else. Unfortunately, she left her luck in her apartment almost 200 miles away. Instead, he crouched down, meeting her at eye level, asking his previous question, his tone not improving even slightly.
The backpack was now empty, all its items sprawled all around her, and not one even of them was jacket-shaped. “Of course, I left it in my car,” a small laugh escaped her lips at her wasted efforts, shoving her things back into her backpack hastily.
Unable to take a hint, he scoffs. “Jeez, it was just a question. No need to take it out on your poor hand sanitizer.”
“I was looking for my jacket,” a groan follows as she slumps in on herself. “And my hand sanitizer can handle a little pain.” Lifting her eyes to meet his for the first time since he approached her.
“Well, did you find it?” He asked, trading his scowl with an even more irritating smirk.
“Ha Ha, well aren't you funny?” She bites back as she digs into her pocket to pull out her phone. Not even 30 minutes had passed.
“My chat sure thinks so,” he replies. Now lifted up to his full height, he extends his hand to her. “Tsukishima, and you?”