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[carlos-pereria]

Carlos’s eyes went straight to the roses in question, they narrowed as he tried to figure out a solution. “I wouldn’t know what to do with one rose, let alone many.” He admitted with a chuckle. “I wonder if a flora and fauna, rose open day would do the trick. ”

open - @aurorabaystarter

where - outside of flora and fauna

After Valentine's day, Iris had..well...a lot of roses. Red, pink, white, they were everywhere. So much so that nearly every bouquet in the store had them in some way and still she had extras. "Any ideas of what the hell to do with extra roses? You want one? Or five?"

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Carlos can’t help but to let out a small chuckle, he totally agreed but most of the younger generations were like this. He’d learned working in his job for so long. “How old is your sister?” He asked curiously, his head tilting to the side. “I don''t mean to stereotype, but find the young ones can be like that these days, not all of them though but some of them.” @wistfuul

Bonnie shakes her head in dismay. " People who can look at art and feel nothing - no emotion whatsoever, not even bare-minimum disgust - should be studied, for real. My little sister doesn't give a shit about anything made pre-iPad and it's like, girl that's the whole world you're shutting out. You're telling me you'd rather watch Tiktoks than see a Velazquez in person? Oookay. "

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wherre: tutti fruity smoothie who: @hollandbrights

“What are you gonna get?” He asked as he mulled over the menu, he needed something that was gonna energise him for a little bit. Perhaps he should’ve gone with coffee but he always preferred cold drinks. “Maybe I should do one of those power shot thingys?”

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Carlos couldn’t help but mirror her smile, he noticed her light up and naturally he did too. He liked being around her just as much, hence the beeline he’d made just for her. “Nothing to burn, I kind of thing this whole thing is a bit…dramatic. But I guess it’s a good way to get rid of things we hoard from our exes.” Not that he really had any proper exes, so it didn’t apply for him.

“But, in saying that if you need a hand..” he trailed off with a grin, taking a small swig from his beer bottle. “What kind of memorabilia is it anyway? Forgive me, Mari I’m not a reality tv show connoisseur, what exactly do you pick up on these things?” @marivelasc

Mari was quick to turn at the sound of Carlos’ voice. “Hey!” She said with a bright smile. She couldn’t even hide how happy she was whenever he was around. It was natural. She began to wonder why he was here or rather who would hurt someone as kind as him that he needed to come to a burning party. Whoever it was was lucky Mariana didn’t know who they were.

“Oh, uh some memorabilia from Love Island, and Are You the One." She shrugged, but she hadn't mentioned the shirt she had that belonged to Julian from forever ago. After the whole new year ball; she needed to do it. "What about you? Got anything good to burn?" @carlos-pereria

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"You're okay though, yeah?" The last thing he wanted was Esme to be concentrated on the breakup rather than having fun and she knew that he would be there for her if it effected her more than she'd anticipated. He did find a little bit of relief wash over his face when her smile widened as he got her drink. "Yeah, I know. I think it's a but chaotic if you ask me, but I decided to come along and check it out." @esmemaxwcll

"Uh yeah, just getting rid of unwanted memories." Esme said with a slight smile. It was hard to let those things go, the love letters, pictures and what not. After her breakup, she had a troublesome time coming to terms with it. But after chucking things into the fire, it was like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders and she can finally move on. When Carlos offered her a beer, the smile on her face widens as she accepted the beer and took a long sip before lowering it back down. "I didn't realize there would be a lot of people here with the same intention."

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Concern washed over Carlos' features as he turned back to the woman standing next to him. He was very much aware of how creativity effected and moved people, so he didn't shame her or anything of the sort. "It's a beautiful piece, huh?" He spent a lot of time admiring the art at the gallery, and if he wasn't there he was exploring the botanical gardens. He loved the town for things like this, it was probably why he never felt the need to leave. "Don't be sorry," he reassured her, a warm smile curving into his lips. "This kind of thing - should be appreciated and some people look at it without any emotion at all, so, don't ever be sorry for that." @wistfuul.

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located @ the aurora bay museum of art

Bonnie stares up at the painting before her with big, watery eyes; the emotion of every brush-stroke is reflected in the romantic expression she wears, in the slight part of her lips. it's a popular painting - one of the most reproduced on gallery merchandise - but hello? for an art piece to be that popular means it's good, duh, and Bonnie's not going to let shame blanket her and stop her from feeling her freaking feelings in public.

" Oh, oh my gosh, sorry, I'll get out of the way, " Bonnie says, immediately feeling ashamed of how she was feeling her freaking feelings in public. She steps to the side to make room and blinks away the un-shed tears. " It's just so beautiful. I get lost in it. And especially this time of year... " Her eyes drag back to the painting, and she doesn't finish her sentence.

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who: @marivelasc where: oasis bonfire

"Hey you," Carlos said over the brunette's shoulder, approaching her from behind. His grin showed how much he was happy to see her, not that this was the best place to be playing catch up. He really didn't approve of this event but felt like he needed to supervise, everyone. "What are you burning tonight?" He asked her gingerly as he reached to ask the bartender for a beer.

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who: @esmemaxwcll where: oasis bonfire

"You good?" Carlos asked Esme as she returned from the bonfire, he'd only just arrived to see her throwing a couple of things in. He hadn't brought anything to throw into the fire however, he always showed up to these things because he wanted to observe and make sure everyone was safe. He didn't even really agree with the whole thing in the first place. "Here," he said, handing her his beer, then turned to the bar to get himself another one.

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"Or maybe next time I just leave you in charge of the coffee so I get that hazelnut creamer you promised." Carlos grinned down at her, picking up his bagel to take a bite of it. He enjoyed his time with Esme, but he still wasn't used to this whole morning after thing. Somehow they seemed to move on from the awkwardness though, which was good progress. "I'll take the food as a win though, usually I'm lucky if I get a piece of fruit before I leave in the morning." @esmemaxwcll

"What can I say, I have very high expectations on what you have to offer, and if it's something simple as that then...I must keep you in mind about improving on it." Esme said with a slight laughter in her answer. Things with Carlos was always so amusing, it was something she found herself enjoying about him. The blonde tilt her head to the side to look him over smiling. "I do enjoy a good game Carlos, so I'm totally on for whatever we have in the future of this game. But perhaps not something like coffee...unless you improve on making it then maybe I'll give you another chance...maybe."

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"It's a rose, I swear." Carlos said, looking down at his clay flower that really just looked like a blob. Being creative was hardly his strong point. "I really shouldn't quit my day job though should I?" @thevaleriaxortiz

open - @aurorabaystarter

where - timeless pottery's paint and sip

"I'm no Picasso or whatever," Valeria started, taking a sip of her wine as she looked at her own attempted clay tray, "but...what exactly is that supposed to be?"

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carlos: i kind of have no idea what that means carlos: but im gonna go with yes?

SOLA 📲 OPEN

Sola: now imma need u to be so fr with me rn Sola: insta worthy or no ‼️

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Carlos snorted, shaking his head. “Listen, I let you pick the movie, I sat through the predictable third-act breakup, and I only complained, like, twice. That’s personal growth.” He shot her a smug look. “And don’t act like you didn’t love every second of my commentary.”

At the mention of her sister, he rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh please, you wouldn’t dare. You know she’d take my side just to spite you.” He smirked, but there was warmth behind it. He knew how much Clover meant to her, how their bond was complicated but solid. And he knew, without a doubt, that he’d always have her back the way she had his.

He leaned back, crossing his arms with mock arrogance. “But hey, I appreciate the recognition. Genius-level strategy like mine? Unmatched. The CIA couldn’t handle me.” He tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Besides, why would I waste my talents on international espionage when I could be right here, being an absolute menace in your life instead?” @juniper-soo

it was rare to have someone understand you the way the two understood each other. religious trauma seemed to weave a tight-knit web. but carlos' friendship was a lifeline for her; a friendship that got her through a lot of her worst times. "you did, you did." her surrender matching his. "you know I can't resist a cheesy chick flick. and you hardly whined about the plot, so I have to give you some credit."

a dark eyebrow arched at his question. "why yes, I am. you seem to forget I could call her right now and she'd yell at you after yelling at me for calling her about a stupid squabble." she admitted with another light giggle. while clover was her sister, and her beloved one at that, their age difference made them feel more like an aunt and niece or a pseudo mother and daughter. carlos was truly the closest thing she had to a brother, behavior and all. he had seen the darkest parts of her and still cared for her. and she felt the same about him: truly a brother by choice, not blood. "yeah, yeah. you're a genius. surprised the CIA hasn't been knocking at your door for that tactical maneuver."

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Carlos watched her reaction like a chef waiting for a critic’s verdict, arms crossed, a smug little smirk playing on his lips. When she finally gave her judgment, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“A B, huh?” He placed a hand over his heart, feigning deep offense. “Mildly impressed? Damn, Esme, you’re tough.” He leaned against the counter, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Here I was thinking I’d get at least a B-plus for the effort. Guess I’ll have to work harder to earn those precious A’s you’re hoarding.”

His gaze flicked to the bagel, then back to her, clearly accepting the challenge. “Alright, I respect the honesty. No sugarcoating—it’s good, but not great. I can work with that.” He tapped a finger against the counter. “But now you’ve put yourself in a situation, because see… now I have to prove you wrong. Next time? You’re not walking away with anything less than an A-minus. Maybe even an A if I’m feeling generous.” Carlos leaned in slightly, mirroring her energy. “So, you better be ready, because now I’m personally invested in blowing your expectations out of the water.” He grabbed a rag and casually wiped down the counter, throwing her a wink. “Game on, Esme.” @esmemaxwcll

Esme leaned in slightly, taking in the mug with a raised eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “A calling, huh? I’ll admit, that’s a bold claim. But I suppose I’ll give you a chance to prove it,” she said, giving him a playful but skeptical look. She lifted the mug to her lips, taking a careful sip, her eyes narrowing as she savored the warmth, the richness. “Well, well, Carlos,” she said, lowering the mug slowly, her expression half-serious, half-amused. “I’ll give credit where it’s due. This... this is actually good. I was expecting an overhyped coffee disaster, but color me impressed.” She gave him a nod, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You’ve lived up to the hype, I’ll give you that. But you know, it’s still early. We’re not out of the woods yet.”

Esme placed the mug down gently, then grabbed the bagel, taking a deliberate bite, the crunch filling the space between them for a moment. She chewed thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving his as she processed the taste. “Alright, alright. I see you’re not messing around. The bagel’s solid too. A little crisp on the outside, but warm and soft in the middle. Nice balance. But”—she paused, teasing him—“don’t think I’m letting you off the hook just yet. There’s always room for improvement.” She leaned forward, her voice turning playful as she tapped the edge of the mug. “But for now, Carlos? Consider me mildly impressed. If I had to grade this, I’d say you’re—what? A solid B with room to grow? Don’t let it go to your head, though. I don’t hand out A’s easily.” Esme leaned back, her grin widening, giving him a challenge. “Your move, my coffee connoisseur.”

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Carlos let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he wiped down the bar. “Man, that’s some straight-up reality TV drama right there. You should’ve charged them admission instead.” He smirked, setting down the rag and leaning his elbows against the counter.

“Honestly, though? I respect the patience. If I had to stay late for that nonsense, I’d at least want something to make it worth my time.” He grabbed a glass, absentmindedly polishing it as he thought. “But imagine being that guy—rolling up thinking you’re the hero, slapping down the cash, only to find out she’s been two-timing him. That’s rough.”

Carlos shook his head, chuckling. “You gotta love it when people bring their mess to a public setting like we’re all just side characters in their soap opera. No tip, though? That’s the real crime here.” He tilted his head at Aeris, a grin playing on his lips. “I guess you kind of got a good story outta it.” @aeris-flores

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"-so, when I tell her can leave, but if she does without paying, I'll call the police."

Aeris swirls the stirring straw around his cocktail, listening to the ice clinking around in the glass. "She sat there with her broke ass boyfriend for two hours, and half an hour after close some other guy comes in and slaps the money down on the counter. Maybe it's not crazy, but everyone went home, so I got a front seat show to a blow out between this guy and her boyfriend for the better part of the next thirty minutes. Turns out, she was cheating on her boyfriend with him."

Talk about last ditch efforts.

"I took a little bit of time before calling the police because it was too entertaining. I didn't get a tip out of it, so I definitely deserved the show."

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Carlos grinned, dramatically wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. “Hey, I take my cocoa artistry very seriously. But don’t worry—I’ll keep the abstract expressionism to a minimum.” He winked before glancing over at the kids, watching as they practically vibrated with excitement.

His voice softened just a bit. “And yeah, that’s the thing about kids. They don’t care if it’s perfect, just that it’s fun.” He nudged Ann playfully with his elbow. “Which, by the way, means you’re already winning. You’re here, making memories with them. That’s what they’ll remember.” Carlos picked up the cocoa whisk like it was a sacred tool. “Now, let’s get back to work before they decide to take matters into their own very sticky hands.” @mrsmamathompson

Ann let out a hearty laugh, shaking her head at Carlos's antics. “Picasso, huh? I hope that doesn’t mean the cocoa’s going to look like abstract art,” she teased, a warm smile breaking through her usual reserve. She softened at his last comment, her voice quieter. “You’ve got a point there. If it makes them happy, I can survive a little sugary chaos.” Her gaze lingered on the kids for a moment, their laughter filling the air. “Thanks, Carlos. You always know how to lighten the load.”

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Carlos chuckled, shaking his head as he poured the coffee with practiced ease. “You wound me, Esme. Coffee isn’t just my ‘thing’—it’s a calling.” He set the pot down with a satisfied nod, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “And if you think I’d let you suffer through anything less than perfection, you’ve clearly underestimated my devotion to the craft.”

He slid a mug toward her, arching a brow. “Now, as for your bagel standards—good. Keeps people honest. But fair warning, I don’t believe in half-measures. If this is a taste test, I expect a full critique. No holding back.”

Carlos leaned against the counter, mirroring her stance. “So, go on. Take your first sip. Let’s see if I live up to the pressure.”

Esme glanced over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at her lips as she set down the knife she'd been using to slice the bagels. “Deal,” she said, her tone matching his playful ease, though her eyes glinted with a spark of challenge. “But if you’re calling coffee your ‘thing,’ you better back it up. No pressure or anything.”

She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms as she watched him. “You know, for someone who claims to not be here for the simple stuff, you’ve got a pretty convincing way of making bagels and coffee sound like a gourmet experience. If this is some kind of charm offensive, I’ve gotta admit—it’s working.”

Esme nodded toward the pot he held. “Alright, coffee guy. Impress me. And while you’re at it, you better be ready for the taste test of a lifetime. My bagel standards are sky-high.”

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Carlos slowed as he reached her, catching the tension in her posture before she even spoke. His usual easygoing nature didn’t waver, but there was a softness in his eyes as he shook his head. “Nah, benches are for sharing,” he said, offering her a small smile before sitting down, leaving just enough space to let her breathe. He stretched his legs out in front of him, glancing toward the water rather than straight at her—giving her the option to ease into the moment.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he added after a beat, his voice light but laced with quiet curiosity. “But I figured if I didn’t say hi, you’d think I was some weirdo lurking around.” He shot her a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Unless you’d rather I keep moving?” @taliawade

Who: @carlos-pereria Where: A bench by the beach

Talia spotted him out of the corner of her eye as he approached, his easy stride and open expression a stark contrast to the weight pressing on her chest. She tightened her grip on the edge of the bench, debating whether to look his way or keep her focus on the water. People like him always seemed too good to be true, "Hey, sorry, am I taking up too much room?"