<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=53761&amp;p=409820#p409815"><span style="color: #5d89ba">Melody Elizabeth Taylor</span></a></div></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thursday, 9:42 PM</span><br/><br/>Hearing Liam speak up, Melody averted her attention towards the male, amused with the conversation of horror movies. Turning back, she caught the gaze of Charlie smiling at her. Pale lips straightened, forming a thin line before the corner tugged upward ever so slightly into a faint smile in return. Melody stifled a hard yawn as she went and tossed her napkin away, hazel hues shifting towards the oven to check the time.<span style="font-style: italic">'9:42. Damn.'</span>She thought silently, she really crashed for three hours after work? An action so unlike the female who was so accustomed to working hours after the last lesson of the day, learning pieces for her own repertoire or developing lesson plans for newer students. This time, however, it seemed Melody could not shake the exhaustion away. Slipping the baggie of wires into the pocket of her bomber jacket, she made her way through the kitchen, stopping to scribble something onto the list on the fridge. ' Root Beer & Ice Cream. ' was written in a delicate cursive. Movies, snacks, and a delicious root beer float to top it off. She took out her wallet, slipping a twenty dollar bill under the magnet that held the list as a means to contribute before finding an empty spot on the couch, wordlessly.