( it's a little ridiculous, isn't it? shuffling across a bar room floor, mouth pressed tight together, avoiding the so far unavoidable urge to trill off thoughts and feelings as they move towards the door.
outside, it's still daylight, though not for long; the pre-dinner hour means it's easier to flag down a passing taxicab and pile in. the driver, to his credit, just holds up a notepad — it's clear he's tired of the singing too. caroline hesitates for only a moment before taking the pen and scribbling down her own address. an apartment is an apartment, right?
as for vasquez? well, the notepad gives her an idea. )
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outside, it's still daylight, though not for long; the pre-dinner hour means it's easier to flag down a passing taxicab and pile in. the driver, to his credit, just holds up a notepad — it's clear he's tired of the singing too. caroline hesitates for only a moment before taking the pen and scribbling down her own address. an apartment is an apartment, right?
as for vasquez? well, the notepad gives her an idea. )
if i write it down, i don't have to sing