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Nicholas Hoult by Greg Williams for Save the Children campaign

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the devil wears a skinny vanilla latte

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Shannon knocked on Schrader’s office door before walking in. Although they might have not known each other very long, Shannon knew Schrader valued her privacy. Shannon also had Schrader’s coffee preferences memorized, and her weekly schedule practically tattooed on her eyelids. Despite her eye circles growing darker by the hour, she firmly believed that eventually, if she just worked hard enough, it might eventually be worth it. “I confirmed with Robin like you asked. She said she’ll have her manuscript sent to you by the deadline, and I also dropped your dry cleaning off at your apartment,” Shannon started, all confidence until the coffee in her hands seemed to slip from her grip just enough for the lid to pop off.

Watching Schrader’s skinny vanilla latte pool on her desk, and hopefully not on her legs, Shannon felt knees involuntarily shake from under her.

“Fuck.”

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she was silent for a long time as she tried to figure out the perfect way to respond to something like this. her mind was racing wondering how she always seemed to find herself in these situations, if you were to ask makeba she’d say it’s the whole empath thing, people feel as though they can tell you anything but then add in the fact that dionne made her living helping to fix broken people and it was as if the situation multiplied itself tenfold. “ wow - ” she should have come up with a more artful response but honestly she was a bit drained and had tuned out about half of what the blonde said. “ so i’m gonna assume you and your mom don’t have the best relationship.”

“I’m sorry. I never do this.”  Ashamed for trusting her and tremendously sorry for being so vulnerable with a stranger, Shannon could feel herself closing in again.

But Dionne’s question sat in the pit of her stomach once she asked it, burning and waiting for a response. “We used to be really close, actually. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of months,” she paused, trying to ease the damn embarrassment that was making her stomach churn.

Vulnerability meant exposure. And she had no issue with spilling her guts out to the right person, but those people seemed to be few and far in-between. Shannon couldn’t help but feel as if she felt obligated to share herself with other people, that if she continued to keep people at a distance, she was being selfish. 

“I didn’t even get your name,” She realized, glancing back at her.

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“i mean, that’s the big question, isn’t it?” honestly, she didn’t expect him to even come close to considering her offer, because why would he? she’s just some person sitting in a restaurant – he doesn’t know her, doesn’t know her restaurants. but yet, he did. “it depends on which restaurant you want to work at and how quickly you learn,” and she tacked on a smile for extra measure as he walked off behind the bar. 

Returning with the beer, Mitchell set it down in front of her. “If you’re still serious about that offer, give me a text or a call,” he said, scribbling his name and number on the notebook he had in his apron. “I don’t really know how much I could afford to pay you, but for what it’s worth, I’m a fast learner.” He shrugged, slipping the note on the table. “The beer is on the house, by the way. And you can take your time.”

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       though  every  fiber  of  her  being  told  her  to  continue  being  stubborn  and  not  let  him  tug  her  towards  the  car ,  she  complied  and  followed  him  anyway .  she  was  too  tired  and  intoxicated  to  keep  putting  up  a  fight .  once  they  were  in  his  car ,  she  crossed  her  arms  and  looked  out  the  window .  “you  know ,  you  don’t  have  to  come  every  time  they  call  you  .  why  do  you  still  do  it ,  anyway ?  don’t  you  have  your  own  things  to  take  care  of ?”

Mitchell cranked the car and it hummed to life, and as he pulled away from the curb, he couldn’t do very much but shrug at her response. Maybe it was because he cared about her, or that worried about her too much. That during moments of his spare time, he would worry the most. He felt a sense of obligation to save her from something that he couldn’t verbalize. And that maybe Josie always been the one to protect him, but he felt proudest when he could return the favor.  But he didn’t say that. “If I didn’t occasionally drive you home, I’d never see you. And yeah, maybe sometimes, but it doesn’t really matter.”

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harlowkng‌:

“well, if you ever want to stop waiting tables and learn how to cook, just let me know.” the thing was, she wasn’t even joking. “or if you want wait tables but in a less pretentious environment…” and with that she let her voice trail off, shrugging a shoulder. “but yeah – i’ll take a beer.” it was the least she could do, considering she probably gave him a minor anxiety attack the entire evening. 

Eyebrows raised, he nodded to himself as if he was considering her words carefully. “Hope you don’t mind me asking, but does it pay well?” Although Mitchell wanted to feel engaged in the idea, or even excited at the possibility of doing something new, he wasn’t sure how much it would cost of him, or his time. “Of course. I’ll be back,” With that, Mitchell drifted off back behind her table toward the bar. 

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something in harlow’s face softened ever so slightly while he explained the menu and she  offered a small smile to him. “alright,” she allowed. “what do you have on tap?” but then she froze, blinking in confusion, checking her watch and sure enough it was much later than she had intended to stay. “oh no – that’s fine, i won’t get any food. your chef definitely doesn’t need to wait for me.” she couldn’t help but laugh at both his cooking skills and the idea of her actually ordering food at this place, just shaking her head. she had her standards when it came to restaurants – unless she didn’t think she could make something on the menu, she wouldn’t order from it. “but you should consider learning how to cook, especially if you’re working in a restaurant.”

Mitchell nodded at her response, a bit relieved he didn’t have to break the news to his coworker. As for her suggestion, he wholeheartedly agreed, deciding it would be best to keep all his embarrassing cooking stories to himself. “I could probably benefit from that, yeah,” he joked, tapping his pen absent-mindedly. “But if you’re still interested in the beer, I’d recommend Bearclaw, it’s an local IPA.”

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she followed his gaze to her notebook and let out an airy laugh, reaching out to straighten out all of her loose notes. “if i get something, will that make you feel better?” she asked, raising her eyebrow right back. “if you need the table, you can always just kick me out. i just work better in restaurants.” it probably wasn’t fair for her to occupy a table here and not get anything considering she had her own restaurants, but something about the anonymity and commotion of a different place felt different. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t blame you if you’re not interested.” Mitchell forced a laugh, a little embarrassed at himself because he was, in fact, still hovering. “I work here, and I can barely afford it, so,” he shrugged, “it’s up to you.” Mitchell paused, allowing her brief time to answer, but then he continued regardless, feeling this obligation to please her. “And if you’d prefer to be left alone for the rest of the evening, that’s fine too. We’re just closing in thirty minutes, and our chef is trying to leave early. And believe me, I’m a far better waiter than I am a cook, so unless you prefer your steak absolutely charred, you should probably order now.”

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        it  was  just  supposed  to  be  a  simple  party  and  nothing  else .  it  was  arranged  by  one  of  her  friends  as  a  way  to  celebrate  her  success in  scoring  a  lead  role  in  one  of  the  short  films  she  had  been  practicing  her  acting  for ,  for  quite  a  while .  and  then  one  small  shot  of  vodka  turned  into  multiple  shots  and  the  next  thing  she  knew  she  was  on  top  of  tables  dancing  and  not  even  able  to  think  straight .  many  drunken  mistakes  later  and  one  of  her  friends  was  calling  mitchell  to  come  pick  her  up  despite  all  her  protests  not  to .  hearing  the  front  door  open ,  josie  looked  over  as  her  friend  opened  it  and  spotted  mitchell .  the  alcohol  that  clouded  her  mind  caused  her  to  stomp  over  to  him  like  a  petulant  child .  “ what  are  you  doing  here ,  mitchell ?  i  really  don’t  need  you  to  come  take  care  of  me  like  some  kind  of babysitter .  i  can  drive  myself  home . ”  despite  her  words ,  she  knew  that  she  was  far  too  intoxicated  to  drive  herself  home ,  but  at  that  moment  she  simply  wanted  to  argue  with  him .  “ and  i’m  fine ,  anyway .  i  really  don’t  get  why  they  had  to  call  you .”

“Didn’t you know? I was invited to the party,” Mitchell joked, reaching for her arm. “We both know you can’t drive right now. And you always wanted a chauffeur so, here I am.” He flashed them a polite smile. “Thanks for the call, by the way. I’ll make sure she gets home.” Mitchell gave Josie’s arm a tug, desperately hoping she would comply and he wouldn’t end up embarrassing himself. 

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Mitchell was oddly relieved she had noticed him first. That meant he could finally stop walking by her table every twenty minutes merely out of concern, only to walk away faster every time, his face that signature shade of red. “Can I get you anything? Like, a water, or a beer, or something?” Mitchell glanced at the notebook in front of her, his eyebrows rising with interest.

“what is it?” harlow asked without looking up from her notebook. “you’re hovering.” she knew how this looked – a girl sat alone at a table in a restaurant for a few hours, but usually the fact that she’s busy keeps people away. “i didn’t get stood up or anything like that,” she said slowly, finally glancing up, her eyes narrowing. “can i help you?”

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Brie Larson photographed by Rosemarie Yang.

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           “I used to have this nightmare. It was like usual, you know, my mother’s sitting in front of me, and I can see her eyes glancing up from the canvas. She would always struggle with it because she would say her art would never quite compare. She’d complain about how my shoulders weren’t soft enough, or how the eyes were never quite as bright as mine,” Shannon’s mouth twitched upward. “And she sits there for what seems like forever, but I can tell she’s excited to show me when she’s finished,” Shannon paused, biting her lip as if she was reluctant to continue. “Eventually she turns it to show it to me, and it’s this ugly mess of browns and reds and darkness. It’s nothing like she normally paints.

          “And she’s asking me if I like it, like she’s really, really needing me to say yes. So I do. I tell her I like it, even though it’s giving me this awful feeling in my stomach.

           “Except that person, that horrible, disgusting thing, I know it’s me. It took me a long time to come to terms with that,” Shannon takes a sip of her latte as if to keep herself from sharing too much, but she does it anyway. 

            “And I still can’t get that image out of my head, how confident she was, and how disjointed and terrifying the whole thing was. I thought about it for weeks. I still do, sometimes.”

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rebecca ➾ mitchell

rebecca: i know it's late, but money is due tomorrow

rebecca: i really need it, so please don't be late

mitchell: Alright.

mitchell: I'll put it in your mailbox after work

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Michael - 5, 11, 17

5. guilty pleasures

He’s a fan of really bad slasher movies movies. He can also stay in bed all day if he wants to. And sometimes, Mitchell makes pancakes and eggs at 3 A.M. when he’s drunk. 

11. bad or petty habits

Mitchell has a habit of getting really immersed in creative projects, working on them for two weeks, and abandoning them when they don’t reach his expectations. He also has very little self-control when it comes to alcohol and drug use. Mitchell feels like he owes himself something, so he tries to justify his harmful habits by convincing himself that they’re good for him.

17. regrets

Mitchell will always regret not finishing college. He regrets not pursuing something more concrete because he hasn’t seen the tangible benefits for it yet, and he also lost a lot of respect from his family for doing so. He feels as if his life is already behind him, and that he didn’t succeed, so he merely has to live with the reality that things might always be the same for him.