my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

perseverxnce:

“Maybe, kind of like one.”

       ”Just, here—”

[ hands over his phone so he can put her number in it ] 

        [ she takes his phone, punches her number in and saves it as a new contact. then she pulls up a text and sends herself a message so she has his number,too. when she’s done she hands the phone back. ]

        “Here’s my number. I gotta run to class, but you should call me or text me sometime and we’ll do lunch. See you around, cutie.”