ISLA
"Good," Isla says, and if there was any tension in her with regard to Mateo, at least, Flora's confirmation manages to melt it away. The offer of manicures is such a surprise that she's honestly not sure she's heard the Doubletake right first of all, and the polite confusion shows on her face. "You know, it has been years since I got one," she admits; doctors do not have much of a call for manicures, wartime doctors even less.
Relaxing further, she nods to the young woman. "No, of course it isn't your fault. I suppose sometimes people forget that they need to come face to face with their own decisions, right?" Hello pot, it's kettle. What a lovely ebony hue.
Rolling her shoulders as if actively trying to put her swimming thoughts to bed like good little fishies, Isla focuses properly on the Doubletake again. "So what comes next for you, now that business is booming in this place again?"
Relaxing further, she nods to the young woman. "No, of course it isn't your fault. I suppose sometimes people forget that they need to come face to face with their own decisions, right?" Hello pot, it's kettle. What a lovely ebony hue.
Rolling her shoulders as if actively trying to put her swimming thoughts to bed like good little fishies, Isla focuses properly on the Doubletake again. "So what comes next for you, now that business is booming in this place again?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
