Post by Victoria Foster on Jan 12, 2017 0:44:43 GMT
"What store do your parent's own? Sounds like it would be interesting to work at if you can play around with the stuff you sell." Tori mused, nodding to herself without giving Friday a glance. She wished she would have had a job when she was joing to school. Maybe it would have kept her out of the trouble she frequently got into.
"Me?" Tori rubbed at the back of her neck and gave Friday a smile. "I own and work at Monarch Studio. I'm a professional photographer. So, hey, if you know anyone who is looking for some photography done, send them my way," She seemed to glow as she talked about her studio. It was her pride and joy. Though she could never forget, nor feel ungrateful, for the person in her life that made it all possible. Hell, without him, where would she be? What would she be? Probably sad, jobless, and way to reliant on her 'little, white friend'. But that was definitely not something she was going to think too hard about.
The food truck came into view. It was mainly white with pink, yellow, and blue paint splashed on the side of the truck and bold, black lettering that read "Ice Cream" overtop of said splashes. Not very creative, were they? But that didn't stop Tori from getting a jump to her step. She could imagine eating the chocolately goodness already.
Post by Friday Morning on Jan 12, 2017 15:27:31 GMT
"Um, they keep changing the name?" Friday admitted, smiling slightly. "It's the one just on the edge of the market district with the bright green door and sign and stuff? we have a lot of organic stuff," Friday's head bobbed as she finished that much, biting her lip slightly. She did get slightly embarrassed when talking about her parents' business and all. You'd think they could at least settle on a name by this point.
IT seemed like Friday's savior at least had a name for her business, a pretty catchy one, if you asked Friday. "I totally will!" Friday said, nodding. 'My parents might even want one. They're always talking about getting photographs for their website, and I know they totally like to help local businesses and stuff," arguably too much. The whole Morning family did have that sort of nuevo-hippie mentality thing down pretty well. Friday just kept right along bobbing her head a little, more than pleased at the whole idea.
"That might not be the ice cream truck," Friday cautioned, stepping forward slightly. "I think it's actually a burger one that also sells ice cream? the trucks here are kinda weird, but they're all pretty good," Friday shrugged at that: what could you do, really? They were at least really good at the whole food thing, and that was what was important, really.
Post by Victoria Foster on Jan 20, 2017 3:05:33 GMT
Tori nodded. She knew the store Friday was talking about. Admittedly, she never entered its threshold but she loved to observe the types of people who went into various types of stores.
"Really? That sounds awesome! Tell them if they're into it I'd be honoured to take some photos. It's definitely good for business, that's for sure. Like, for advertising and stuff." Tori nodded to herself for the billionth time since the interaction between Friday begun. She just liked to reaffirm things to herself with a solid shake of her head. It was as if her statement.
Tori raised her eyebrow at Friday and then at the ice cream truck in front of them. "Oh. Heh, I guess there is quite a few. Sorry! You wanted a burger, right? Well, let's just wonder until we find a multi-purpose food truck. Or whatever you want to call it. All I know is I'm really looking forward to some ice cream. Screw the weather!"