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AN: sooooo I tend to neglect anything I write and it can basically be expected that there will be typos and sentences that make no sense because I like to make things super long and overcomplicated. ANYWAY, enjoy.
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Third person POV (Assume it will be this unless stated otherwise from now on)
Dani sat herself down in the corner of the car, diagonal from the other woman. The blonde had to be careful about what she did and how she held herself, even if she was just on a subway car. She was a celebrity now; she couldn't let her guard down.
Her view of the woman was distorted and dark, thanks to her huge-ass, stupid-ass sunglasses. Dani was always resentful of those; she was indoors, for Christ's sake. She was just tired of it… of all the hiding in general, really. She hated the trench coat. -Actually, she quite liked the trench coat. It was beautiful and white and leather. She did disprove of the fact that it was leather because of her morals and stubbornness, but it was a gift so she excused herself when wearing it. It was also hooded, which made her feel fucking badass. But, she still hated that the hood was constantly up and that she had to cover up so much in the first place.
She was never one to avoid attention or the spotlight; both of which largely contributed to her success in the entertainment industry. She thought it ironic that when she did make it in that world, she had to start hiding and covering up more than ever.
An exasperated sigh pulled Dani from her not-uncommon existential and deep inner thoughts. The hooded woman looked up slightly and pushed the shades down to examine the irritated woman better. She was beautiful. And coincidentally, also dressed in a body covering coat; but beautiful nonetheless.
Nope. Dani let out a breath. She did not have time for beautiful women right now. Not here. Not on a fucking subway car. No. Not in general.
She unconsciously scoffed a little as she realized the source of the darker skinned girl's frustration; heels.
"Excuse me?" Santana's ears perked and her head shot up from struggling with her shoes so that her wide, accusing eyes meet precisely with the innocent ones resting on a shocked Dani's face. The blonde didn't realize until that moment that any noise had actually left her mouth.
"Sorry- that probably came out wrong. I just feel your pain." Dani quickly recovered- it was something she had learned to do early on after she entered the field of entertainment. She slipped up on occasion- scratch that- quite often, actually. But, she was confident and clever and well spoken. She was good.
Santana didn't respond. All she did was lower her gaze to Dani's feet- dressed not in tight, blistering heels, but in combat boots. She looked back to stare at the other woman. And it was not a pleasant stare, to say the least.
"Oh, yeah no- I dress comfortably when I'm just walking around or commuting.." Dani proceeded to unzip her oversized purse, pulling out a pair of black boots, not unlike Santana's. "..I just keep these packed away as long as possible and only put them when necessary. Feet can only take so much abuse, you know?" She ended it with a small smile; a cherry on top.
"…oh." Santana wasn't expecting anything like that, let alone for the woman to stand her ground as well as she did. She was absolutely and completely unfazed by Santana's harsh demeanor.
As mentioned, Dani was good.
Those were the only words exchanged between the two for the rest of the ride. The rest of it was filled with vacant stares and occupied thoughts.
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Work had ended for Santana and she descended the stairs of her usual end-of-day station. Unfortunately for her, she was too busy checking the weather and thanking baby Jesus that Spring was finally coming around that she stepped onto the platform just as lights began to flicker and as her train was starting to pick up speed, exiting the station. She began to curse herself, but corrected her thoughts and focused her loathing on the weather, the train, MTA, Berry, god, baby Jesus, what-have-you.
She had more reason than she knew to be cursing all of those things, too; she hadn't even known that mystery girl was slowly being swept away by the magic carpet that was public transit, mile by mile. The world was deliberately displacing Santana from the girl whom she would never admit she had a newfound attraction and interest in. What made it worse was that the feelings were mutual.
And so the women were set to wait another day, and their paths would cross again.
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