Featured in this OS are Poems, all credit follows in order of appearance.
A poem from Helium by Rudy Francisco A poem from milk and honey by rupi kaur excerpt from the poem Butterfly by MHN
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"Gwen, you have five minutes before I'm out the door!" Pía's voice boomed along their apartment as she flitted across the kitchen getting their coffees ready before they headed out for the day.
"Hold ooon! I don't know what your rush is anyway!" Her raspy voice yelled back from her room.
Pía rolled her eyes and laughed, setting their cups next to her backpack on the counter before heading to the door to slip on her boots. Brooklyn was already feeling the nearing summer heat but the very Sun would have to come down and melt her Docs off her feet before she decided to wear anything else.
As she stood and fixed her long waves in their doorway mirror she saw along with her reflection when Gwen made her way around the table both hands combing through her bangs relentlessly.
"Gwennifer, Sam already likes you, leave those poor bangs alone."
"Hey, that's not my name and Sam's getting on that train too so stop it. Also, I am not zhuzhing them for him but do they look ok though?" She smiled awkwardly as she let her hands fall to her sides.
"They look great, as per usual. Can we go now?"
She grabbed her bag and coffee before turning to open the door, Gwen following suit.
"We're fine for time P and I should make you late considering that you won't let me read your stuff."
Pía let out a sigh as she pulled the door open, "I'll let you read it later, Gwen just-" The sound of something sliding across the rough tiled floor stopped her. Her gaze followed and as Gwen peered over her shoulder they both turned, looking at each other in confusion.
A small box lay on the floor having tumbled into their room when the door opened. They shrugged at each other in surprise before Gwen reached down and retrieved it.
"It's for you P, it's got your name on it. They even got the little accent too. Cute."
Pía took the box from Gwen and, sure enough, there was a note on top written in neat, slightly slanted cursive.
Pretty Pía, thought you could use a pick me up.
There was no mention of who it was from other than a lop-sided smiley face.
"Uhhhh who's that from, P? Do you have a secret lover or something?" Gwen giggled. She had leaned over Pía's shoulder to read the mysterious message as well.
"Not that I know of," Pía answered, lost in thought while she tried to think of who could have sent her the box. Her thumb traced along the outlines of the little smiley face, admiring its perfect imperfection. It had two small lines as eyes instead of the regular dots you would use when drawing a smiley face. Right underneath the eyes, she could see a diagonal line that represented the mouth. But also not a classic mouth-line, no this smile was different.
