berrybloomsims:

My eyes follow her gaze to the bar where you’re sitting and I feel both delight and dread coursing through my veins. It amazes me how you can feel two conflicted emotions at once. 

I can tell you are having some kind of debate with yourself as you stare across the room at nothing, your shoulders slumping as you chew on the corner of your lip. 

It hurts how familiar you are to me even now that we’re strangers. 

Before I can compose myself Harmony is approaching you, the sharp clack of her heels echoing throughout the room. I can feel the anger radiating off of her even with the distance between us.

Harmony: What the fudge do you think you’re doing here?

Riegel: I don’t know, I just thought–

Harmony: You just thought what? That hey, let me just show up whenever I feel like. It’s no big deal. Don’t you know what it does to him every time you do this?

berrybloomsims:

We climb the stairs to the the top floor where a small bar is located. Harmony does the best she can to bring me back to the night and out of the past, telling me little jokes and tidbits that she knows I will enjoy.

Harmony: Yeah, all of the cocktails here are designed to taste like the artist 

Cosmo: That’s awkward. Who wakes up one morning and thinks, “Hey, I wonder what it would taste like if I could drink Henri Matisse?”

Harmony: Well when you say it like that it sounds just horrible.

Cosmo: Am I wrong though?

Harmony stops as we approach the top of the stairs, her forehead creasing. I can feel the air in the room thicken as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

Cosmo: Hey, what’s with the face….?