Emma could call all day if she wanted to but Chris wasn't answering the phone. She'd actually smashed the phone to smithereens twice already only to feel a bit guilty about it and weave it back together. Just because she avoided her mother's calls didn't mean she avoided everyone else's.
Not like her phone rang much anyway.
Her roommate was bent on an anti-Chris PR campaign in the mansion. It hadn't taken long for her to figure that out and while no one said anything to her negatively she couldn't help but feel a little isolated. Maybe she was just overly sensitive to feeling like an outsider, but the feeling was there. And it was real enough for her that she knew she just wanted to get out.
In the city a burrito was in order. Behold, Chipotle.
The line was short enough that Chris wasn't irritated by waiting, even when the guy in front of her seemed to have some difficulty deciding on what he wanted but it was still busy. He was cute this guy, she mused and she offered a friendly-enough smile. Well, friendly for her.
"Hi, I'd like a vegetarian burrito. Black beans." She went through the line and got things just as she liked them: corn salsa, lettuce, cheese, sour cream, guac. She ordered some chips and guac, too. It all just sounded good and she HAD trained earlier. She had earned it.
Of course just as the guy in front of her had reached the register the manager came up and tried to do something with the register. Christina rolled her eyes but held her tongue, attempting to be patient. The cute guy paid. Then she got to pay and take her burrito to a table.
Cutting it with a knife (because she couldn't bite into it and look graceful) she stopped. Meat.
"What the hell?"
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