Still trying to figure out where the front desk is located, Blair whips out her cell phone, beginning to dial a number before realizing that her phone has no service bars. Disgruntled at the fact that she is, for once, completely disconnected from the world, Blair stuffs her phone back into her Louis Vuitton handbag before leaning against the back of her car.
Noticing a very forlorn-looking girl sitting on the curb not too far from where she stands, Blair looks up. Trying her best not to judge the girl by her outfit, she swiftly makes her way over to her.
"Hi," Blair says simply. "Are you just as lost as I am?"
Lily, who is actually nearing thirty (and still looks young, thank god), looks up suddenly, now tearful and sniffling and pink all over.
"Y-yes," she stammers, pulling her (designer, see?) handbag into her lap and trying to fish out a tissue. "I-I... San F-fransisco... And, m-my Marshmallooowwwwwwwww!" she wails, honking into a crumpled tissue.
Blair hops back a few inches, her stiletto heels clicking on the pavement as she stares at the crying woman with a mixture of pity and disgust. Not really sure what to do, she sticks out her hand and gives the woman a few quick pats on the shoulder.
"Er, don't worry," Blair says, trying her best to sound comforting. "This place doesn't look that bad."
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Noticing a very forlorn-looking girl sitting on the curb not too far from where she stands, Blair looks up. Trying her best not to judge the girl by her outfit, she swiftly makes her way over to her.
"Hi," Blair says simply. "Are you just as lost as I am?"
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"Y-yes," she stammers, pulling her (designer, see?) handbag into her lap and trying to fish out a tissue. "I-I... San F-fransisco... And, m-my Marshmallooowwwwwwwww!" she wails, honking into a crumpled tissue.
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"Er, don't worry," Blair says, trying her best to sound comforting. "This place doesn't look that bad."
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