Penny
"Why do you always have to go to the same place?" the newly-purple-haired-girl asked.
"Why do you always have to change your hair color?" her best friend, a new-adult-boy with messy bronze hair and moles and freckles that cover him like splattered paint retaliated.
"Touché," defeat that didn't last long. "You didn't answer my question. Why always here. Our flats block's away. We don't even know anyone in this complex."
"Reasons. Besides, since when do we have to live here?"
"Since the sign at the entrance says 'Residents only'."
"And since when do they check, or in that matter, care."
"I dunno. But they might someday, and I won't co-pay any ticket or fine we get while we're here."
"We're here," Penelope signaled at Simon to pay the cabbie before they exited the cab. "Still don't feel like explaining?"
"I don't want to elaborate. Besides, you'll get it when you do." Snow smirked. Something was up. Instead of furthering the interrogation, Penny inspected Simon:
Combed hair.
Newly whitened teeth.
Recently dry-cleaned clothing.
Was that… Cologne? Ugh. Penny waved a hand in front of her nose to prevent the nauseating fumes. "Simon, why do you smell like douche? I mean, like, more than usual."
"HEY! And it isn't… I'm not…" Simon was nearly tearing his hair apart. His face, suddenly redder than it should be, flushed full of a teens fear and nervousness—combined. Then, seconds later, Simon's features brightened. Was it fear or a blush? Perhaps… both.
Seconds later, a tall, pale-faced brunette appeared, already holding Simon's usual order of a small hot chocolate and sour cherry scones. Luckily, the boy didn't expect me ahead of time and prepare my order, so I have time to figure out what the hell is going on. Thank god.
