Bree & Santana || Mall

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It had been weeks since Santana had bought some snacks. She quickly picked up hear jacket, gloves and scarf, put them on and made her way out of her apartment. She bumped into her neighbor, who started cussing at her and mumbled annoyed, before walking back to his own apartment. Whatever. After having left the building, she quickly hopped on a cab, which was so much easier now she was ‘the girl from the dove commercial’. She really loved the attention she was getting. While driving towards the Mall, since she figured she could also just visit the 24-hour shop, two blocks away from her place. She payed the cab and started to make her way towards the mall, first wanting to spend some money on new clothes. She felt kind of bad for not taking Brittany or Blaine, but she figured Blaine wouldn’t really be interested in coming with her and she saw Brittany yesterday, so there was not really any pressure. While walking in the Sting, one of the shops she absolutely loved — she spotted someone she thought she knew, but before she could walk towards her a girl came on to her and asked if she was the girl from the dove commercial. She quickly responded and showed the girl a fake smile.

After having found some new clothes she went to the fitting rooms. She had a blue skirt with a light blue flower pattern on it that looked amazing on her and made her skin tone come out perfectly, and she had tried on some sweaters. She stepped out of the fitting room and bumped into the girl she thought she recognized earlier. It was Bree, what a coincidence. “Oh, hello. Bree right?” she said with a little smile.

Ever since her father went broke, Bree has been jumping at everyone nonstop. Before the crisis even happened, she had believed that money grew on trees. Now? She was a miserable nurse working at a miserable hospital that was built on a miserable planet. First off, what was up with the nurse uniforms? If she ever found out who invented those God forsaken outfits, she would have to make it her responsibility to viciously murder him/her sharp scoldings. Knives could damage, but Bree’s words had the ability to kill. Honestly, she hasn’t met a single person in her entire life who didn’t shake in fear when they saw the horns sticking out of her pretty little head and her eyes glowing pitch black. Bree Devereaux wasn’t a saint, that was for sure.

So, girls like her needed breaks, and what did that equal up to? The Mall. She was definitely more than excited to get her shopping on. Anchoring several clothes with her right arm, Bree professionally scanned through the racks to see if there were any dresses that she could try on. Just then, she felt someone bump into her and spun around to yell, only to find out that it was Santana Lopez, the girl she had met on tumblr. “That would be me.” She replied with a smile. “Hi, Santana. What’re you doing here?”

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