Moving Out, Moving On, Moving In (TAG)

[Tayla Smith]

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It was a risk, but Tayla took it anyway and kicked the box she was dumping her stuff in. Not that she would probably get to keep a lot of it, the way things were going.

Felicity had moved out, something about an opportunity in another city or in some other part of the city or something, Tayla honestly wasn’t paying too much attention. Tayla’s job working for the moving company was still good, and Felicity told her it should still be more than enough to cover the lease.

What Tayla hadn’t done was actually pay that lease. One day she came home to a notice on her door that she didn’t read because she was preoccupied with her most recent Pepe Silva board trying to figure out who the tyrant was in this universe, but she couldn’t ignore what was happening when the landlord came in and told her she had to have all her stuff out by the end of the day.

Furniture was easy, Felicity had taken most of it and Tayla kept herself busy and didn’t really stay at home much, she had a handful of clothes and a little makeup she was still trying to make work (whenever she video called Felicity she swore Tayla looked fabulous but Tayla wasn’t sure about that still), so getting packed wasn’t going to be too hard. Tayla was more upset that she was such an idiot to let things get to this point.

She took a box to the kitchen and started just dumping the contents of the cupboards into it, trying to plan out where she was going to try to sleep. She didn’t have a car to put things in so she’d have to figure out what she could carry and…

Oh shit. She’d forgotten Miguel was coming over to take her to dinner.

Fuck, how was she going to explain this?

Miguel Espinosa

[Miguel Espinosa]

A date. Miguel still couldn't quite get over the fact he was dating someone. And dating Tayla! He grinned. Today he'd gone with a bright orange polo shirt and some dark wash jeans. Casual but just dressy enough to pass well. And he thought the bright shirt might be a decent conversation piece. Possibly to distract Tayla from something else because she seemed to get caught up in her own depressing thoughts quite a bit. And this shirt was REEEEAALLLY orange. Like almost fluorescent. He could pull it off with his dark skin, and he loved that aspect of it. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, shifting to lean on one foot while he waited. One of his hands was behind his back though, as he had a flower for her. Miguel had thought it might be a sweet gesture to pull something like that. It wasn't their first date, or their second. But he still got amazed every date they had, so a little fanfare was perfectly alright in his opinion. Just a little. Nothing to overwhelm her.

Tayla Smith

[Tayla Smith]

Tayla jumped when he knocked on the door. “COMING! I’m coming! Hang on, I’m coming, I’m—uuuff!”

In her haste to get to the door, she caught her foot on the box she was filling and face planted into the ground. It didn’t really hurt, nothing really hurt her, but it knocked the wind out of her. She didn’t notice that her nose was bleeding too.

She picked herself up and ran to the door and whipped it open. Her heart fluttered when she saw him, he was so good looking in that orange shirt, it really worked for his skin tone, and—

She shoot her head trying to straighten herself out, not realizing blood flecks were getting scattered. “Hi. Um. Come on in I guess. Uh, it’s a bit of a mess. Uh… some stuff is happening. Might need to reschedule.”

Miguel Espinosa