>>5806793>>5806877>>5806983>go back and talk to KimberlyNo time shall be wasted. While dipping a chicken wing in a green spicy sauce, you whisper to Kimberly, attempting to escape Grace's sharp ears, "About the classes..."
"You don't give up at all, don't you, Ryan Moore?", she giggles and follows your lead on whispering, "I was going to say to come to my classes. Astrology is far more than what people think. Ancient astrology had lots of math and spiritualism is frequent met with debates on sociology, philosophy, history... We were reviewing these days some post-contemporary authors on how they treat matters of self and societal etiquette"
"That's..."
"Complex?", she bites some onion rings and doesn't care for talking with full mouth, "I know. I ain't those hippies who only wanna live in cult-likes alternative societies and post on tiktok about their amazing polyamorous bisexual lives. Many of those comunes are composed of white people and many farms were inherance from their great-great-great-great-greatgrandfather who took these lands from native americans or even used slave labor to build that place. Many of those people just wanna live an alternative lifestyle and running away from there responsabilities towards actually change something for the better of everyone else. These people are selfish and I condone them. They give a bad name for our movement."
"Intense."
"I am intense, Ryan", her smile is warming and inviting. "I don't teach in any Ivy League university, but we are good in social media. Being honest? I'd love to teach in community university. I did some a one weekend lecture on the topics of 'Contemporary Spiritualism and Reclamation of Old Ways in Late Capitalism Society' in Chicago University once, but it was a chore making them approve this", she sighs solely on remembering what she went though, "But it worthed a lot! We got new students when they noticed we weren't some uninteligent freaks"
"When was it? I was a student at CU"
"Last year", her amber eyes locks with yours, "But believe me: I would remember you if you were there. You are quite... Noticeable", you feel her energy going down on you again, softly, running close to your skin. A goosebump runs up to your spine and you try to control yourself, failing a bit. She doesn't seem to notice or is simply ignoring this.
You stay silent. She is open to you. You discreetly look around and nobody is noticing as far as you can tell.
"And I know a bit of herbalism myself", she fills the void.
"You mean you are expert in this. Don't humble yourself"
"If you think you're good, I need to introduce you on our herbalism teacher. Gentle is an amazing girl."
There you go. Miss No-Pet-Name!
"And we can talk to her about some weed growth techniques...", she keeps going, "I could smell from my seat those brownies. Where do you buy those?"
