For Bree, life was finally slipping into a sense of normal. After Christmas break she was officially a cerulean high student, so that’s cool, actually having some independence again. Speaking of independence, guess who turned 18 over break? That’s right, the one legged wonder right here. Ah, independence, freedom. That’s part of why Bree found herself alone, walking down the street in Beryl after her physical therapy appointment since her uncle had a shift at the hospital that afternoon. That being said, she didn’t expect her phone to ring, a call from one Raphael Montoya himself, him asking if she had plans. “Come on, you should know better than to assume I have plans.” Its not that Bree was someone without anyone to make plans with, its more that she’s the type to see where the day goes, especially if it meant doing something new that she hadn’t before. “I’m just chillin in Beryl right now. What’cha up to?”
@CerealKiller - Raphael