—her cat following her out of the room, venturing off to do his own thing as mattie brushes past her brother.
“i’m going to take the full thirty minutes.”
“i’m coming!” the young twin called out, rolling her eyes as her attention shifted back to the mirror of her vanity - fingers lightly brushing her bangs before grabbing her bag.
“you said thirty minutes,” she loudly said as she walked through her room, finally opening the door.—
sitting in the sun room with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, marker cap between her teeth as bright eyes look over the newspaper - ads on apartments for rent were circled in red.
her concentration is only broken when her cat, monty, begins to head-butt her hand.