You know how Sophie loves weddings? Well, its suffices to say that the Jordan and Jezebel wedding, wasn’t the best day for her… when things started going downhill, it was clear she wasn’t in the best place to go home, so Alex ended up bringing her to a hotel to rest up before taking her home. Let’s just say, it would be worse to take her home to worried parents and a protective, FBI agent, uncle while she’s under the influence of something, than it would be to give an excuse to explain why she wouldn’t be home until the next day. Nightmares and crying in her sleep didn’t exactly make for much rest, but all she could do was tell Alex a little about what was bothering her, including about Dante, her brother.
Though, that’s behind her now. Now, it’s one of Sophie’s favorite days of the year. Valentine’s Day. Come on, how could she not absolutely love a day that celebrates love? Of course, it’s better when you’re dating someone, but even alone Sophie could still appreciate the day, simply for the sake of loving the idea of love. Though, now Sophie had suddenly found herself standing at the front of a room of the kids in morning detention. How did this happen you ask? Well, even her teachers know of her as the sweet little angel who would never intentionally do anything she wasn’t supposed to, so when she was sent to let the teacher watching over the students know that they were needed right then, she was told to stay there with the detention students. All Sophie could do was watch as the teacher left the room, leaving her responsible for the time being. How is one even supposed to act when their somewhere they wouldn’t normally be, as a result of a teacher’s instruction. Especially if they were a bunch who thought, and assumed correctly, that they would just be able to walk all over her. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting her weight slightly and listening to the light click of her heels against the floor, but then her eyes met the gaze of a classmate of hers. He started off by questioning to be sure that her name was Sophie, then saying she could sit down. In response, Sophie gave a sweet, though still slightly shy smile. “Yeah, I’m Sophie. And you’re Mateo?” she questioned in response. Though, as Mateo continued to speak, Sophie’s smile grew with a giggle. “Really? ” Sophie asked, walking closer to sit closer by since he had piqued her curiosity. “How did you find that out? How did someone get that idea in the first place?” she added with a smile.