dizzy had been sitting on one of the park benches, tugging one of her overlarge gloves up as she absentmindedly sketched out a design in her sketchbook, humming a song she had heard on the radio faintly. when she realized someone was standing over her she slammed her sketchbook shut with a small yelp, looking up. “You don’t really wanna see these- they aren’t the best.”
sabrina couldn’t say she was the most fashionable person around ( she loved dressing in sparkly pastel stuff and being as bright as anything ), but she loved looking at new designs. seeing people’s different tastes was always exciting, which was why she’d stopped to look at the girl’s drawing. when the girl yelped, so did she, almost losing her balance on her roller skates. “what? but they looked so good!”