<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea turned her head some to look at Carlos as he spoke, his words easing her some as she gave a soft sigh.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I know..." </span>she replied softly as he cut the engine. The two of them got out of the car and Lea huddled close to Carlos as they walked. She had never been good with the cold and Carlos was radiating warmth. She shivered in her jacket, and let out a whoosh of relief as they walked into the building.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"It's colder than a witch's tit outside..." </span>she complained as they slowly made their way to the paint section.<br/><br/>Lea let go of Carlos to examine the colors, mumbling to herself as she judged and compared the colorful squares.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I don't know what to choose!" </span>she whined, giving a small stomp of her foot. She looked up at Carlos and shoved an array of squares in front of his face,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"What do you think?" </span>she asked as she peeked over the cards to look at him.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I can't decide. This is really difficult," </span>she muttered, casting her eyes down and dropping her hands to her side once more--the cards were still clutched in her hand, but she didn't look down at them again and instead pouted.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Everything upsets me,"</span>she said softly, toeing the ground bashfully.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I don't like it..." </span>her chin quivered and she bit her bottom lip, mentally repeating to herself that it wasn't a big deal.<br/><br/>She seemed to finally get a grip and looked back down at the colors in her hand, then back up to Carlos.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "...So what do you think about these?"</span>she asked again, though she sounded far less enthusiastic as she had earlier.