Halloween

The weeks passed slowly but surely, and the girls had started developing a bit of a routine. Getting together almost every day, either for lunch or dinner, they had learned a lot about each other. Like the one time when they had actually both had time before school or work to get breakfast together, Nyxie had figured out that Garciela was not at all a morning person. That was something they had in common.

The girl was always wearing dresses or skirts and looked elegant and—Nyxie had never said it to anyone—hot. But, on mornings, she had an adorable pillow face, even if most of the makeup was on its place. Nyxie thought it looked incredibly cute.

Garciela had introduced her to some of her friends, worried that the girl would feel lonely in LA since she had no one there. They were all nice to her, and even if it felt like a few might have suspected that she was the soulmate Garciela had told them about, none of them mentioned anything.