( somehow, that gentle touch of kendra lowering sara's hands from her own face is enough to sate whatever feeling suddenly overtook her. she flushes a little — which she can maybe blame on the cupcakes, even though it wholly isn't considering the frosty sort of tingling carrying all through her body. )

Screw that. This place is a new start. You could just —

( sara catches herself staring at kendra in a way that she probably hasn't ever before, noticing a light spread of freckles across her nose and cheek bones, the way her brown eyes seem so deep they go on for miles. god, she's gorgeous. )

— eat some of these stupid cupcakes I stole. I've had too many.