What makes her beautiful by IsabellaSweets, literature
Literature
What makes her beautiful
Enter the Club. Everyone's on duty. Adrian and SD are behind the DJ booth, their headphones connected. Sarr and David are behind the bar, and Isabella's checking people at the door. Everything's the same, except Isabella has her quills tied back and she seems skittish.
Sarr: Hey, David, is Isabella ok? She's not the same as usual, and that's coming from me.
David: So?
Sarr: Hey, my meds are kicking in, so...
David: I'll check...*goes over to Isabella* Hey.
Isabella: *jumps and looks at him quickly* Oh. Hey, David.
David: Sweets, what's the matter?
Isabella: The matter?
David: Yeah, you seem jumpy.
Isabella: N-no, nothing's wrong?*is