STay
"Speak of the devil..."
One brow lifts as a grin curves her lips. Apparently, all thoughts of Austin are long gone.
With her attention focused on the Kappa, Brooklyn mutters from the side of her mouth, "Does my hair look okay?"
"Sexy. Just like the rest of you." Brooklyn's hair is her secret weapon-long, blonde, and lustrous with an enviable amount of wave. I'm sure there's a secret underground society of Brooklyn haters here at Western who would seriously enjoy scalping her. Hell, if she weren't my best friend, I'd be half tempted to hate her.