Signe   had   come   up   behind   her   mother,   recognizing   the   woman   was 

Signe   laughed   quietly,   a   bit   sheepish   as   she   observed   the   skill   with   which   the   woman   tied   off   the   knot   of   her   bracelet. “I   can definitely   tell.   You   make   it   look   so   effortless,”   she   said,   almost   wistfully.   The   bracelet   the   girl   had   made   was   bright,   clean   and   perfectly   knotted. “I’m   pretty   sure   mine   tried   to   strangle   itself   halfway   through,”   she   muttered   dryly   as   she   watched   the   woman’s   thumbs   go   to   work   on   the   tangled   mess   she   made. “I’m   great   with   a   sewing   needle,   but   apparently   string   is   where   my   creativity   draws   the   line.”

a  piece  of  thread  between  her  teeth  keeps  adhira  from  responding  right  away,  edges  of  her  lips  curving  upward  as  she  looks  over  at  the  other's  work  in  progress.  as  the  last  bead  is  threaded  onto  her  string,  she  carefully  takes  it  from  between  her  teeth,  tying  a  knot  and  then  doubling  it  before  really  assessing  the  situation  in  front  of  her.  “trust  me,  it  took  me  a  lot  of  practice  to  get  this  good,”  her  own  bracelet  slid  across  the  table  in  offering  and  traded  for  the  tangle  of  string.  thumb  nails  get  to  work  almost  immediately,  looking  for  the  end  of  the  mess  to  unravel.  “but,  don't  worry.  i'm  somewhat  of  a  magician  when  it  comes  to  jewelry  making,  you're  in  good  hands.”

SIGNE: Omg!! You're so embarrassing sometimes! SIGNE: I meant there aren't really any juicy details -- it was our first date! SIGNE: But pay me the hot cheetos random and I'll tell you all there is to know (:

Adriana: If “averting my eyes” means aggressively zooming in on my phone to confirm it was you two… then yes, absolutely, my eyes were definitely averted 👀

Adriana: Hot Cheetos are ALL YOURS if I get the full rundown. No holding back! I want the juicy details. The last cute romance I witnessed was literally in a tv show.

Adriana: Hot Cheetos and hot men!! I’m so happy for you, babe 😭🥰

Signe   smiled   bashfully,   ducking   her   head   in   embarrassment   and   silent   thanks.   She   peeked   from   beneath   a   curtain   of   her   hair   and   chuckled.   “Honestly,   I   don’t   think   it   can   get   much   worse,”  she   admitted,   though   her   words   just   held   amusement.   Her   frustration   from   earlier   had   softened   slightly,   the   offer   of   help   releasing   the   tension   in   her   shoulders.  “I’ve   got   faith   in   you,   but   don’t   worry   if   it   truly   is   a   lost   cause.”   It   was   hard   for   Signe   to   admit   when   she’d   bitten   off   more   than   she   chewed,   so   she   preferred   to   sweep   the   whole   thing   under   the   rug   and   act   like   it   wasn’t   a   big   deal.   All   things   considered,   the   state   of   her   friendship   bracelet   wasn’t   the   end   of   the   world,   so   she   just   had   to   remind   herself   of   that. 

bella  was  sitting  on  the  other  end  of  the  friendship  bracelet  station.  she  was  just  making  a  few  for  some  of  her  friends  since  she  thought  that  these  were  really  cute.  it's  been  a  while  since  she  had  done  anything  like  this.  "  i  was  just  going  to  ask  if  you  need  some  help  ─  "  bella  started.  "  there's  no  promises  that  i'll  actually  be  able  to  get  this  out.  but  hey,  there's  no  harm  in  trying.  "  the  frustration  that  signe  had  was  obvious  but  bella  was  more  than  happy  to  try  and  help,  if  she  could.  "  reaching  out  and  taking  the  strings  in  her  hand  she  tried  to  undo  the  tangles  from  it.  "  you  know  ...  that  probably  would  be  your  best  bet.  but  now  you've  got  me  determined  to  sit  here  and  try  and  get  this  out.  let's just hope i don't make it worse than it already is. " 

The   way   Charlie   lit   up   when   he   talked   about   his   time   in   Denmark,   the   way   he   described   her   people   with   a   kind   of   reverence   had   her   feeling   like   something   warm   curled   up   in   her   chest.   She   hadn’t   expected   the   way   he   said it’s   a   date   with   such   ease   it   had   her   heart   tripping   up   a   little.   She   liked   listening   to   him   talk   –   his   words   earnest   and   unfiltered   –   about   his   passion   for   cooking,   for   growth,   about   his   mum.   There   was   a   quiet   sort   of   intensity   to   him   that   drew   her   in.   She   hadn’t   realized   how   close   they   were   until   her   skin   touched   his,   and   her   eyes   widened   though   she   didn’t   pull   away   when   Charlie   focused   his   gaze   on   her   and   placed   his   hand   over   her   own.   Then   he   said   the   words   –  Would   you   wanna   let   me   take   you   out   sometime?  Signe   blinked,   just   once,   as   if   double-checking   that   this   was,   in   fact,   her   life.   She   felt   the   warmth   on   her   face   before   she   recognized   that   she   was   blushing   something   awful.   Signe   let   out   a   soft,   nervous   laugh,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   tilting   up   into   a   bashful   curve.   Not   her   practiced,   polite   smile,   but   a   genuine   expression.   She   glanced   down   at   their   joined   hands,   then   back   up   at   him–suddenly   feeling   shy,   a   little   stunned,   but  definitely   interested.   Realizing   she’d   gone   quiet   for   a   beat   too   long,   Signe   cleared   her   throat   and   took   a   small   step   back,   gently   untangling   her   hands   from   his.   “I–yeah,”  she   breathed,   tucking   her   hair   behind   her   ears   just   to   give   her   hands   something   to   do.  “Yes.   Please.   I’d   really   like   that.”   But,   of   course,   the   words   didn’t   stop   there.  “There’s   a   bonfire   party   coming   up–we   could   go   together?   Or,   I   mean,   you   asked   me   out,   so   obviously   you   should   decide.   Wait,   I   didn’t   mean   to   hijack   your   plan.   You   know   what?   Forget   I   said   anything,”   Her   face   remained   flushed,   but   there   was   a   hint   of   amusement   flickering   in   her   eyes.  “I’m   terrible   at   this,   clearly.”

“My specialty? Alright then.” Charlie’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. “It’s a date.” His eyes lit up when she mentioned her summers in Denmark, and the warmth in his tone deepened. “You lot are somethin’ else. I’ve never had to be so precise in my life, Signe. Everythin’ had to be exact. And they’re dead talented, yeah? Scarily good. I’ve never been so nervous to mess up. But they were all so kind about it, which made it worse somehow. Like… it felt less like I’d be lettin’ them down and more like I’d be lettin’ myself down. That’s how they get you.” He laughed lightly, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “They build you up without sayin’ much at all. It’s clever. Makes you want to be better.”

Charlie hadn’t meant to say so much. He rarely did. Usually, he kept it simple, “I’ve always loved food” or “some of my favorite memories are in the kitchen with my mum". They were easy, safe versions of the truth. But Signe made it feel different. The way she listened. The way she looked at him like she already saw the rest of the story. And then she stopped him.

Her hand wrapped gently around his forearm, and the warmth of her skin against his pulled him back into the moment. His breath caught before he even realized it had left him. His eyes flicked down to where she held him, then back up to hers own, steady and unwavering. “I’m glad I found my way here too.” His voice came out quieter now, stripped of performance. Just truth. 'You were healing'. Somehow it was exactly what he needed to hear.

He huffed out a breath, half a laugh, half a release, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and admiration. “You don’t even know the full story,” he murmured, “and I think you still nailed it.” Without thinking, or maybe thinking too much, he shifted, sliding his hand down to hers, curling his fingers gently around it. “Signe.. Would you wanna let me take you out sometime? A proper date. I mean, I’ll cook for you whenever you want, but I’d like to take you out too. Just us. Somewhere we’re not talkin’ shop.” He searched her expression, his smile crooked and sincere. “Only if you’re interested. No pressure. I just… I’d like to get to know you. Outside of all this.”

Signe   let   out   a   soft,   relieved   laugh,   handing   over   the   tangled   mess   of   her   bracelet   across   the   table   toward   the   girl   without   hesitation.  “Thank God,”  she   muttered   under   her   breath,   offering   the   other   a   sheepish   smile.  “Thank you   truly.   I   was   literally   just   two   seconds   away   from   tying   a   note   and   pretending   it   was   supposed   to   look   like   that.”    Signe   leaned   her   elbow   on   the   table   and   rested   her   chin   on   her   hand   as   she   watched   the   girl   tackle   what   she   viewed   as   the   gargantuan   task   of   untangling   her   bracelet.  “It   really   didn’t   look   that   complicated   from   the   tutorial.”

Though Georgia usually works with wire or chains, she isn't unfamiliar with the old art of friendship bracelets. She'd made many in her time, not very often for anyone in particular, but a young Georgia could at least pretend someone else had the other half if she wore hers proudly on her wrist. She hadn't actually intended to come over to the station, but the call had eventually gotten too much to resist, especially with her friends busy socialising with people Georgia doesn't and has no interest in knowing. It'd been nice at first, to have a moment to herself amongst the chaos of an otherwise heated party, but a voice beside her crying out for her help isn't unwelcome either. "No, no. Give it here; let me have a crack at it." She insists, already carefully laying hers down flat in front of her. "It comes with practice, like the first few times you'll have braided your hair and it all got tangled."

Her   shoulders   lifted   in   quiet   laughter,   amused   by   the   other’s   confession.  “Well,   personally,   I   think   art’s   meant   to   be felt   more   than   understood,”  she   offered   gently.  “But   I   know   others   have very   strong   opinions   on   the   matter.”  Her   voice   was   all   but   a   whisper,   glancing   around   making   sure  she   didn’t   make   the   same   mistake   of   offending   one   of   the   artists.   Signe   followed   the   stranger’s   gaze,   glancing   back   to   see   that   it   didn’t   resonate   with   her   either.   “Nothing   with   this   one   either?”   Signe   wasn’t   the   kind   to   make   someone   feel   bad   for  ‘not   getting   it’   so   she   decided   to   steer   the   conversation   in   a   new   direction.  “Do   you   live   nearby?   I   just   moved   into   the   neighborhood   not   too   long   ago,   and   I   decided   to   go   exploring.”   After   a   brief   pause,   she   added   with   a   hesitant   smile.  “I’m   Signe,   by   the   way.”

Marcela didn't frequently spend her free time admiring the art at the Mango Bay Art District, but she had some time to kill after her shift at Retro Roots and decided to check out what local artists had put up recently since she was in the area. If nothing else, this was a step in the right direction towards her goal of being at least a little more responsible with her time this year. What trouble could she really land herself in here?

She was mindlessly wandering around, not spending too much time with any one piece of art when a voice attracted her attention. "Oh no, you're fine. I'm really walking around more than anything." She glanced around for anyone who looked like the stereotypical, pretentious artist types she imagined were responsible for the artwork here. "Between you and me, I think most of this lost on me. I'm pretty sure I accidentally insulted one of the artists the last time I was here by not seeing their vision or something." As she spoke, she shifted a little to peer around the other just to see if she was missing out on something by not viewing this particular piece. Sure enough, though, it didn't really stand out to her.

[  …  ]  ❀  you’re  not  from  around  here  ,  are  you?  i  figured  because  you  totally  just  missed {  SIGNE  HOLSTRÖM  } walking  by.  don’t  tell  me  you  don’t  know  who {  SHE  }  is  ?  they  kind  of  look  like {  HAVANA  ROSE  LIU  }  and  i  could  be  wrong  but  i  think  that  they  might  be  {  24  }  years  old  right  now.  they’ve  been  living  in  palmview  for  the  last {  10  }.  and  i  don’t  know  if  anyone  has  ever  told  them  this  before  but  they  kind  of  remind  me  of {  SPENCER  HASTINGS  }  from {  PRETTY  LITTLE  LIARS  }.  if  you  stick  around  the  town  long  enough  you  might  catch  them  in  action  working  at {  PALMVIEW  FASHION  HOUSE  }  as  a {  STYLIST  }.  you  see  this  town  isn’t  really  that  big  of  a  place,  some  folks  like  to  call  them  the {  THE  MIRAGE  }  of  palmview!  they  took  a  liking  to  the  name  too  after  a  while,  go  figure.  oh  crap,  they  must  have  heard  me  yapping.  they’re  coming  this  way.  i  got  to  warn  you  though,  rumor  has  it  they  can  pretty  {  AVOIDANT  }  at  times.  i  wouldn’t  take  it  too  seriously  though,  from  the  times  i’ve  spoken  to  them  they  seemed  pretty {  AMBITIOUS  }  to  me.  we  see  each  other  all  the  time  since  they  live  in  that {  2  BEDROOM  }  apartment  beside  me  over  in {  MANGO  BAY  LOFTS  }.  i  better  leave  you  to  it.  it  was  nice  meeting  you!   {  KRYS.  32.  SHE/HER.  EST.  }

𝓲. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜

name: signe holmström [ pronounced sing-neh ] nickname(s): tba. age: twenty4 birthday: 06 october 2000 gender/pronouns: cis woman + she/her sexuality: pansexual occupation: stylist at palmview fashion house residence: mango bay lofts #4B time in palmview: ten years

𝓲𝓲. 𝚝𝚕𝚍𝚛

signe is the only child of søren and sigrid holmström, a warmhearted doctor and reserved art history professor, respectively. she was born in malmö, sweden, but has been living in palmview for the last ten years ( since she was fourteen ). she is a soft-spoken perfectionist with a deep love for fashion and a dream of one day becoming a designer. while she's always surrounded by an abundance of love, she tends to have doubts about whether or not she actually deserves to be where she is. she strives to be the ideal daughter, not because of any expectations her parents have placed on her, but simply because she understands how much they've sacrificed for her and she wants those sacrifices to have been worth it. she's just moved out of her parents home and is figuring out what it means to be on her own.

full bio here.

𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

🧵 childhood best friend - someone who has known signe since she arrived in palmview and has been by her side ever since 🧵 professional rivals 🧵 neighbors 🧵 roommate 🧵 former crushes/flings/exes 🧵 current crushes 🧵 college friends 🧵 work friends/coworkers 🧵 muse - a close friend (or rival!) who pushes signe to be bolder, weirder, and more herself creatively. 🧵 the mirror - someone who is also dealing with a legacy they're trying to live up to. they see a lot of similarities in each other and bond because of that. 🧵 the mentor - a senior person in fashion who takes signe under their wing