Originally Posted by carpediem

Langen watched the qudditch player walk over to the stand and play with a bobble head. Wasn't that one with his face on it? The tan girl was pretty sure that it was. She didn't know why you would want a bobblehead of your face just staring at you all of the time, but whatever. Quidditch players were allowed to have an ego, she supposed. They were professionals after all. And the man wasn't really bad looking to tell the honest truth.

"Hello, sir? Do you need any help?" How about a shirt with your face on it or a custom mug with your face on it.? Okay, that was mean. Slight egos were good, right? It meant that you were confident. And that was good if you were on a pitch. Meant you didn't second guess yourself. Something the twenty year old did too often. But seriously, did he need help? Because this was her job, and she was going to need to help somebody. The chestnut haired girl couldn't let her bosses do everything. That was not a good reputation to make for herself. Not something if you want to keep your job, anyway. And that was what the brown eyed girl wanted to do.

Also, how did girls walk in heels, exactly? Because these things were hurting her. The tall girl didn't generally wear heels for long, and so when she did, it meant that her feet hurt like crazy. The girl had a plan for this though. Because Langen had a plan for literally everything. Any situation that could happen right now was planned out. And her plan involved a one pair of black flats stuffed under the booth, just waiting to be used when things got too rough on her feet. Or when she wanted to stop looking like she was a giant. Seriously, the tan girl was already tall, heels just eccentuated the problem.