Her and Marisol Cervantes 's shift was almost over. They didn't have much longer but it had been a pretty busy day. Celeste was a little tired and ready to change into some more comfortable clothes - she brought a simple t-shirt & a nice pair of faded blue jeans. They were just calling her name, in the back, in her book bag. Celeste looked over at Marisol during, finally, a little slow period, "So, uh, I gotta go to the mall today. Do you want to come with? My phone fell in that puddle in the back of the store... It's pretty much dead." She looked towards the back of the store before looking back to Marisol. Hopefully, she had time and wanted to hangout for a bit. She hated going to large, crowded places by herself. Plus, her and Marisol seemed like they could become good friends - but they needed to do something outside of the usual work period for their friendship to grow outside of just 'coworkers.'

It hadn't been Celeste's best day - when she got into work that morning, she had dropped her purse. It had been unzipped due to her rushing onto and off the bus. In a cruel twist of fate, there was a bunch of water there from a small leak from their sinks where they wash the dishes. Her phone, her wallet, and a variety of other things got soaked. Her phone was dead. Luckily, the wallet absorbed most of the water & managed to keep all of her cards & cash safe and her purse itself was just wet. Barb even let her put it in the office, locked so it could sit out and dry. 

So, she no longer had a phone. And that meant she had no connection to anyone, in or outside of work. She used her phone mainly to check in with work, her volunteering hours with the library, wait for the never coming phone call from her parents, the text chats between Marisol and her, and very recently texting Jude . Hopefully, he wouldn't be too freaked out that she hadn't texted him literally all day. 

Celeste had decided she was going to the mall after work to get a new phone - she had just enough money saved and with how they did their plans now-a-days, she probably could do a little down payment and slowly pay for it. She could even get one a smart phone! Man, that would be awesome. Apps, video chatting, GPS & Google Maps... That part was exciting... But she lost her phone. What if her parents decided today was the day they wanted to call? Well, sh*t, hopefully they'd leave a voicemail.

Against all expectations, Marisol was getting the hang of her job as a waitress. She was learning to talk like something resembling a real person when she tended to her tables. She rarely dropped anything and she was on top of the odds-and-ends tasks, like filling salt shakers and ketchup bottles or grabbing cans of tomato juice (yuck) from the basement. She was even seeing an increase in her tips, likely because, as she had been told, her awkward earnestness was endearing.

The coworker who told her that, Celeste, was part of the reason Marisol was feeling so at home at the Wallflower Diner. Since her first day on the job, Marisol felt like she clicked with Celeste, which was not something she could say for most people. It was going so well, Marisol found herself worrying that she might be getting clingy and Celeste was too nice to brush her coworker aside. It seemed like she wanted to be friends. They usually coordinated their schedules to work together and when they were not at work, they were even texting! It was like Marisol was an honest-to-god millennial. Still, it was hard not over-think how she was just being a pest.

It was almost the end of another work day. Marisol enjoyed her job, but she was ready to go home, curl up under her covers, and run some lines. She was not expecting Celeste to chime in with an alternate plan. ”The mall?” she asked, picturing the giant building filled to the brim with people: not an ideal scenario.

But that mattered less than her new friend wanting to hang out outside of work. Marisol had picked up the habit of bringing a change of clothes to work so she did not have to ride the train in a fifties era dress, so the plan made sense. ”Sure. I’d love to go with you. And… I’m sorry about your phone.” It was not the ideal reason to go to the mall, but at least they would be able to get Celeste a nice replacement. ”We can change once we’re done and catch the train over!”

The rest of the shift passed quickly thanks to the excitement for actual social plans. Marisol changed in the employee bathroom, reemerging in dark jeans, a pink top with a light grey sweater, and flats. ”Okay! Off to the mall, then. Lead the way!”

Marisol had caught on to her job really well. Barb even told Celeste she was going to have her be the trainer for all the new waitresses because it went so well with Marisol. Not to mention, they humbled a poor lonely guy who wanted a girl. That was a story that nearly terrified Barb until their happy ending of apologies. And in a quick coincidence, Bianca was dating a new guy named Greg, who was moderately attractive and had wavy brown hair. Bianca had told Celeste that he said that she gave him her number. Ever since then, Bianca was happy to help her and Marisol out. 

>> ”The mall? Sure. I’d love to go with you. And… I’m sorry about your phone. We can change once we’re done and catch the train over!”

At first, Celeste didn't think Marisol was going to want to go. But she seemed to turn around pretty quickly. That was nice and Celeste didn't want to make her question her decision to go, so she decided not to add in the 'oh you don't have too if you don't want too' line. Hopefully, she was happy to go. Celeste was sure that Marisol wanted to be her friend - at least based off how they were. It was really nice for Celeste to finally connect with someone, too. A friend. Maybe even a best friend at this rate and presuming Marisol didn't already have a best friend. They still had a lot that they needed to get to know each other. 

And with that, Marisol emerged in a super cute outfit. She went in and changed as well, coming out with a floral pattern white shirt, faded blue jeans with some rips, and a pair of tannish colored slippers.

She gave a smile towards Marisol and nodded, grabbing her purse, dead phone, and stuffing both back inside. She sighed. The purse looked undamaged but her little wallet had stains in it now. Time for an upgrade there, too. 

Next thing was the subway station. Once they got there, scanned their passes, and hopped on the train, they were off.

And finally, they arrived at the huge mall. Huge. Celeste had never even been here before, so she was a bit taken back by how large it was. "Well... Here we are. Time to find a T-Mobile or something." 

Celeste took her turn in the bathroom to change and reemerged with a nice white top covered in flowers. ”I like that shirt. It makes sense for you.” She was so used to seeing Celeste with an upbeat, sunny disposition, so it only made sense that she would wear something light and pretty.

The trip to the mall was nice. Marisol was still getting used to the New York reliance on public transit and she was not a big fan of the crowds. The one thing the subway had (besides rats) was crowds, so getting to and from work was a practice in quelling her anxiety and trying not touch people accidentally. The whole trip was easier with Celeste. Having someone to talk to really made the whole trip speed along and she found herself less concerned with the people around her. Maybe she was just taking the train wrong all those other times.

The mall was more of the same: a large building with many small shops and way too many people. Marisol did have the day’s tips in her pocket, though, so she saw plenty of potential for the day. ”So were you thinking you’d just get a phone today or did you want to check out some other stores? I’m up for whatever,” she said enthusiastically. A trip to the phone store sounded quick, but Marisol would not have minded a longer stay at the mall.

>>”I like that shirt. It makes sense for you.”

Celeste smiled at Marisol's compliment, "well, thanks." Celeste had a ton of floral pattern dresses and shirts. It was one of her things - she just liked plants and flowery stuff. Maybe it was guilt from all those dead flowers from her past?

It was really nice to have Marisol with her on the train ride and in the mall. It took Celeste a while to gain the courage to actually get on buses and trains when she first arrived in NYC, but she'd came a long way from then. She was a regular on the buses and trains, now. At least until she could get a car... But why even bother when she was stuck in the middle of the city, anyways? Train and bus was a lot faster than the rest. Still, she hated it.

>> ”So were you thinking you’d just get a phone today or did you want to check out some other stores? I’m up for whatever,”

She smiled, "we can definitely go to some other stores - I just want to get phone issue stuff taken care of first. Then, we can explore!" Celeste analyzed the map before heading off. She grinned motioned for Marisol to follow her. 

Marisol knew hanging out at the mall was a quintessential teenage thing to do, but she had little experience with the pastime. She kept few friends and the ones she usually found were as averse to big crowds as she was. Marisol was surrounded by actresses and dancers, so when they had “free time” after their rehearsals, they were all usually too exhausted to loiter around at a mall. As long as Binge and Nile.com existed, hanging out and shopping could easily be done from the comfort of a tired performing arts student’s dorm room.

Of course, with Celeste in tow, Marisol was willing to give the whole “being a normal teenager” thing a try. Her friend was on board with the plan, though she had a solid sense of priorities. First came the phone, followed by arbitrary mall walking! ”I can get behind that plan. I probably need… things. Just, you know, things I haven’t quite thought of yet.” Surely, if they walked by all the stores, something would catch Marisol’s eye. Something necessary that would definitely not be a waste of money.

The two women walked through the large lobby of the mall, with Marisol looking around for a T-Mobile store for her friend. ”So I always thought it would be rude to point out, but… your phone is kinda old, isn’t it?” Marisol was not the most tech-savvy person, but even she was enough of a product of her generation to have a smartphone of her own. ”I mean, it sucks when anything breaks, but I dunno, maybe it’s a good excuse to upgrade?” There was obviously frustration when decisions were taken out of one's hands, but Marisol thought it was easy to see the silver lining to Celeste's situation.

Celeste had been to the mall in Regina a couple times, mainly on a couple of play dates when she was in her early teens. But it didn't compare to this mall. This mall was huge. It was a little intimidating, really. Not to mention the crowd. Holy bananas, was there one. Celeste almost wished she'd just shopped for it online instead. It wasn't just a phone getting event now, though, it was a hang out with the new bestie Marisol! 

>>”I can get behind that plan. I probably need… things. Just, you know, things I haven’t quite thought of yet.”

She laughed, "Worst case, we can go to the food court and get either cinnabuns or ice cream and honestly I'll feel like it was a trip worth it." Of course, shopping would be super fun too - she needed some new dresses & a new pair of sneakers. Whether they could afford 80% of the stuff in the mall was a whole other story, though.

>>”So I always thought it would be rude to point out, but… your phone is kinda old, isn’t it? I mean, it sucks when anything breaks, but I dunno, maybe it’s a good excuse to upgrade?” 

Celeste gave a relatively sad smile and nodded. It wasn't an updated phone but it was the only thing she could afford when she left Regina. It was her last connection to Regina - her last connection to her parents. Maybe it was time to give up on them. If they hadn't called then, they surely weren't going to call now. Celeste contemplated telling her tale to Marisol before she decided to be honest, "Well, I actually moved here from Regina earlier this year... This was the only thing I could afford when I left. It's stupid, but I left this phones number for them to call if they even cared... And they haven't, but it's just... I don't know, it's just sad to let go of." She sighed, "I just figured it'd be on my terms when I got rid of this phone, got a new number, and completely left behind Regina. But here I am with a dead phone and now I gotta decide if I keep the number or drop it." She paused and realized she just dumped a lot on poor Marisol, "Sorry, it's just a bit painful."

But with that, she spotted the T-Mobile store. She began to walk over towards it after taking a deep breath. 

The mall had plenty of people, but it was a massive building, so the girls had enough room to walk. If anything, it was an upgrade from the subway where they were forced to huddle close to avoid the people around them. With some space to relax, her eyes surveyed the wide selection of stores around them, purveying games, clothes, lingerie, toys, and pretty much anything else one might want, (though usually, not need.)

They were not near the food court, but it was clear they would come upon one eventually. Other shoppers would occasionally pass by with a large pretzel or frozen treat, and one guy seemed to be trying to simultaneously walk and eat a Philly cheesesteak without dropping any of it. Celeste was not opposed to a snack eventually, bringing up some of the sweeter options the mall had to offer. ”Definitely sounds like worst case to me. So disappointing,” she said sarcastically. In truth, Marisol did not eat sweets often. It was not that she did not like desserts; she just prioritized eating healthy so she could perform at her peek when dancing. Until they reached the food court, however, there was no reason to bring that up.

When Marisol asked about Celeste’s cell phone, she did not realize what kind of story she was asking for. Marisol knew Celeste was from Canada from their conversations and her accent, but now she understood why her friend came to New York. She left on her own, gathering what she could afford to start a new life away from her family. She wanted to hope her family would reach out eventually, but her hope was running empty. And now, the last thing tying Celeste to her old life and her family was a broken phone. Celeste did not have to tell her the situation was painful; it was all Marisol could hear in her voice.

Marisol was initially unsure of how she should respond to a bomb like that. She wanted to be optimistic and say Celeste’s family would call eventually, but if she was wrong, she did not want to encourage false hope. Celeste was a mutant, so if that was part of why her family was not reaching out, it was an all too common story. Some people did not deserve the amazing kids they had.

Still, at the same time, did Marisol want to tell Celeste to give up hope? Her parents may have mistreated her or shunned her, but they were still Celeste’s family. Marisol knew, even if her mother turned on her, she would never want to give up hope that things would get better. Sometimes that hope kept things going when someone was stuck in a dark place.

Amidst all her uncertainty, all Marisol knew was she wanted to be there for her friend, so she would start from there and build. As they walked side-by-side, Marisol reached for Celeste’s hand and grabbed it to give it a firm, supportive squeeze. She sighed, coming up with words as she went along. ”I wish I knew what you should do. I’m sorry you’re stuck in this position. Really, I hope they come looking for you. Honest.” At that moment, Marisol wondered if anything would make her happier. ”But if they don’t, they’re missing out. No one is better off not having someone like you in their life, Celeste.”

Marisol relinquished her friend’s hand, forcing a smile. She did not want to make Celeste more upset in the middle of the mall. ”So… you know if you get a phone with a nice camera, I’m demanding we take an inaugural selfie, right?”

Celeste honestly couldn't wait to pass by the food court - she was really craving a cinnabun and some ice cream now. Luckily, Celeste was blessed with a high metabolism so food didn't effect her too much. And she loved food in general. Celeste could smell the food from the other customers of the mall. Man, that cheese steak sandwich looked really good. She shook her head, though, because he was doing a very bad job at eating it. Passing by some of the other stores, Celeste sighed. She really needed to get a new laptop - she missed playing games. It was a good distraction and actually let her relax her mind. Reading books was amazing, but they were really intense sometimes. 

>> ”Definitely sounds like worst case to me. So disappointing,” 

Celeste laughed and nodded, "It is a travesty. Anyways, what kinda food do you like to eat? It looks like you eat pretty light most of the time. I've seen your salads, little sandwiches, and some eggs before." She was trying to remember some of the other meals that she had seen Marisol eat before but was coming up on a blank really, "I mean, it seems pretty healthy. Anything on the dark side?" Celeste figured Marisol might be touchy on her weight, especially considering she was a dancer, but Celeste loved food. Hopefully, she wouldn't drag her into too much trouble. 

Celeste hated the sob story she just gave to Marisol, but she didn't want to lie to her friend about her reasoning. It didn't 'really make much sense for her to be upset over losing something as small as a flip phone. Even Celeste realized how stupid it was, but it was just the feeling. Irrational, for sure, but the feeling that their was any chance of a relationship for her parents was suppose to die when she got rid of the phone - not because it fell into a puddle of water but because she chose to get rid of it. It was going to be her test for her new life - when things were finally settled, she could be done with Regina. 

But life didn't go as planned, as usual. And Celeste should have prepared herself for the possibility of it breaking, so with a defeated look on her face, she accepted what was coming next - she had to get a new phone. At least she'd finally be in the modern world - smart phone, with apps, cameras, all that techy stuff. It was exciting if it wasn't for the rest of the details. She could get a MyFace, finally watch Booker B. Bookman ViewTube channel, maybe even try out that chirpr thing or speedigraph. Hey, at least she could get a ShutterText and use all the fun filters.

She felt Marisol's hand grab hers and give it a squeeze. It was reassuring and made Celeste smile towards her. Celeste already had a couple tears forming, partially due to the reality of the situation but to how Marisol responded to her. She didn't say they would reach out, she just said she was sorry and hoped for the best. That's all anyone could do, really. Hope for the best. She wiped her eyes carefully. She squeezed Marisol's hand back and nodded. "Thanks, Marisol. I'm really glad you were able to come with me. I'd probably a bit of a mess if you weren't, honestly." 

She grinned and let out a quiet laugh before nodding, "Well, of course! There is no doubt about that." Celeste was lucky she had made such a good friend at the diner - and she was really glad her and Marisol had become friends when they did. All of this would be tremendously harder for her without Marisol. 

Once they were inside the store, Celeste looked at the new Samsungs and iPhones and all in between. She really wasn't that sure to get, "Um... What do you recommend?" She asked towards Marisol, leaning over as she messed with a Samsung 8. 

Celeste called Marisol out on her eating habits, because they worked together at a diner, so naturally, they ate around each other. There were plenty of unhealthy or hearty options on the menu, but Marisol was committed to eating well despite the terms of her employment. At the diner, she usually subsisted on egg white omelets, light sandwiches, salads, and fish dishes that were not fried. ”I mean, yeah, I usually eat really healthy because I want to be at my best for all my dancing,” she admitted with pink cheeks. ”I really do like most foods. It’s not, like, unheard of for me to have a cheat day.” It was not unheard of, but it was incredibly uncommon. Usually someone needed to be around to convince her to indulge, and she had a feeling Celeste was just the “someone” for the job.

Marisol did not have many major “friend” experiences under her belt. Sharing the painful truth of a family that did not care enough to stop their daughter from running away to New York was the kind of thing Marisol assumed was reserved for close friends. Realizing that her and Celeste were approaching the doorstep of “close friendship” put a lot of pressure on her to do the right thing. She was still a friendship rookie, and she had to get past her inexperience to be there for her friend. It felt like a little victory when Celeste squeezed her hand back. The tears she wiped from her eyes made Marisol’s heart ache, but she knew she was doing the best she could to help.

The trip to the mall had sounded so casual, but Celeste wanted Marisol there not just for company, but for emotional support. Marisol’s smile was warm and sincere when she shrugged her shoulders. ”What are friends for, right?” They were definitely friends; Marisol was convinced they were well past coworkers now.

The two young women arrived at the store where display phones were all arranged on neat, clear platforms. As technology continued to grow, so did options. "Well, I'm not really techy, so the Iphone's easier for me.” Marisol had no problems admitting that she liked her phone’s simple interface. It got the job done and that was what she needed. ”If you like a lot of customization, my roommate, Reagan, says you go to Samsung.” From what Marisol had gathered, those were the two big differences between the two major phone companies.

There was one other fringe perk that Marisol could not resist the urge to mention. ”Though if you did get an iPhone, we would be able to Facetime, like, all the time. Just saying,” she added nonchalantly, trying not to sway her friend into a major purchase, even though that was definitely what she was doing.

Celeste chuckled at Marisol's confession about her food. She particularly loved how she threw in the whole 'cheat day' statement. Celeste was, at least for now, thankfully blessed with a pretty active metabolism - maybe it had something to do with the 5,000 rads booming through her body at all times? Who knew. In either case, she tried to make a mental promise to herself to not force Celeste into any food she was uncomfortable or didn't want to eat, so with a smirk, "Well.. I love eating and half the time it's not the best food... And I'm a bad influence with it but just tell me to shut up about it and I will." Hopefully Mari wouldn't ask her to diet with her because Celeste just wasn't sure if she had it in her - she'd be more than happy to exercise with her. Well... So long as it's not dancing, at least. 

Celeste was so glad Marisol came with her - honestly, Celeste knew this would be much more painful if she went by herself. She knew she could do it by herself but it was really nice to have a good friend with her. That is really what Marisol has become. She and her have only known each other for a little bit of time but it feels like they connected almost instantly that day when she first showed up in the diner. They were definitely good friends, probably on their way to best friends. Well, at least that is what Celeste thought. She'd never thought of herself as having a best friend before - lots of friends, sure, but a best friend, someone she could rely upon? That wasn't something she had planned. It was something she hoped for, of course, and here it was - developing before her eyes.

She smiled, "I think we're pretty good friends! Maybe even besties!" She semi-joked, gauging Marisol's reaction. Maybe that was overdoing it a little bit? Either way, she meant it. She thought they were good friends, well on their way to become best friends.

She nodded as she listened to Marisol explain the difference between them. And then her little extra piece of FaceTiming. Celeste figured she'd get an iPhone anyways - she had always liked them a bit more, plus she really liked that rose gold color they had. She thought it was a beautiful phone, "Well... iPhone it is, then!" Once she found a worker, she began to get her information entered so hopefully she could do a payment plan. Luckily for her, she was eligible for it with a small down deposit. With that out of the way and some more paperwork, it was time to make the decision: should she keep her number or change it? "I can change it, later? If I keep the one I currently have? Or is it stuck for like ever...?" The worker shook his head, "If you want to change the number, just let us know. We can change it." 

She looked over to Marisol, her expression clearly looking for her opinion. She trusted Marisol's judgement - ultimately, it wouldn't be too big of a deal. It was really pushing off the inevitable - but what if...? 

Celeste promised to be a bad influence when it came to food, but Marisol had her doubts. It was hard to picture Celeste as a bad influence for anything. She was hard working, hopeful, and way too sweet to lead anyone astray. Of course, her sweetness could have ended up being the thing that doomed Marisol’s diet. A day’s worth of healthy eating set aside thanks to the harmless suggestions of a friend.

A pretty good friend. A bestie. Marisol was not sure how serious Celeste was dropping a word like that, but she was sure she felt her heart flutter at the thought. It was so easy to think their friendship was just a passing fancy to occupy Celeste’s friendly nature, but it put to ease so much of her anxiety, knowing the thought was not just something made up in Marisol’s head. She smiled like someone just told her it was Christmas, or that she got a Broadway callback. ”I mean, I don’t have many ‘besties,’ but I’m totally good with you making that short list,” she replied, unable to stop smiling.

Even Marisol’s suggestion landed well, as Celeste took her final nudge of advice and committed to getting a new iPhone. There was still the nagging concern that Celeste would hate the new phone and place some of that hate on Celeste, but Marisol recognized that as an irrational voice in her head and dismissed it accordingly. Celeste was not going to hate her over something as petty as a phone suggestion.

The next suggestion Celeste asked for was something more significant. What did she do with her number? Did she cut off her last line of communication to her family? Marisol considered the gravity of the question, but it felt easier knowing a change could be made at a later date. ”I say… keep it. For now,” she added, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder. ”There’s no rush, right? If you’re not sure, keep it. And if one day, you want to let… the number go, we’ll come back.” Marisol would not leave her alone to take that trip either. They were besties, after all.

Celeste watched Marisol's face closely at her informing her that they could be best friends. She was worried she may have stepped a line - what if Marisol didn't agree? Maybe Marisol didn't even want to be her friend? She had dumped a lot on poor Marisol pretty quickly... Several times in their friendship. 

She watched Marisol's big grin and took a mental sigh of relief. She agreed. She was happy to be her friend. Celeste had a huge smile and put her arm in a half hug around Marisol and gently knocked her head on hers, "Good! I'm glad you think so. I don't have any best friends, either, but I couldn't think anyone else I'd rather be besties with." She squeezed her shoulder before letting her go. It was good she had someone to relay upon and she hoped Marisol knew that she would be there for her, too, "You know, if you ever need anything or anything happens, I got your back 110%." She gave the younger woman a smile. Celeste had been going through some stuff. Marisol, ever since she got here, had been a constant for Celeste. She had made it so much easier to get through. Celeste just hoped that Marisol would know she'd always be her friend and always be there for her own personal situations.

She nodded slowly and took a deep breath. That was fair. Give up her past, piece by piece. She could switch it later. No reason to rush and maybe they would reach out. Maybe. Plus, what if her sister needed her? If she ended up manifesting and her parents did what they did to her to Isabel, she'd need to be there for her. But that was a different time. And with that she nodded towards the worker. "Um, yes, please transfer my number. I'll keep it for now." Now it was just waiting for that to be completed - it shouldn't take too long but it gave her some time to think about the phone she was getting, "So... I've actually  never had a smart phone before. Recommended apps?"

It was an unfamiliar feeling, but Marisol really felt like she was part of a pair. She tried not to think of herself as a lonely girl because really, who could be lonely when they had so much on their plate? She rationalized her anti-social behavior by reminding herself that friends could be distracting. Her drive and determination opened up her path to New York, so distractions were something she did not need.

The thing about Celeste was she did not seem like a distraction. She was just part of Marisol’s life and she fit. They got along at work, and when there was time in her life, she could see Celeste slipping in then as well. She had a friend she could be with that did not tax her like most people did, and she genuinely believed Celeste would have her back “110%” if she needed it. It was an immediate sense of support that Marisol was not expecting, but she appreciated.

They waited for Celeste’s data to transfer over, and Celeste was digging for some app recommendations. Marisol turned on her own phone to scan through what she had downloaded. ”Well… there are the basics. MyFace, ViewTube, Chirpr—if you chirp, obviously.” Not everyone felt the need to express their lives in one-hundred-forty character bursts, but Marisol found it helpful for following Broadway news and casting information. ”Speedigraph is good if you want to collect pictures to show off. Oh, and you are going to want to be able to Shuttertext little moments of your day for inquiring minds!” Marisol Cervantes: Inquiring Mind.

She scrolled through pages of apps, including many she felt she barely touched. ”Hmm, beyond that, I guess you want some kind of app to waste your time with. Games are good for that, or you can waste plenty of time scrolling through Stumblr.” Half the reason to have a smartphone was to waste time when you were too far away from a computer, after all.

Celeste busy listening to her suggestions, "I have a MyFace and a ViewTube, but I don't have the rest... I might try Speedigraph but definitely not Chirpr... Or maybe I will. It's probably a quick way to read the news and stuff..." She initially started talking to Marisol but ended up going into a different, more to herself type of rant. She grinned at the idea of ShutterText, "Oooh, I definitely got get that then! You'll be getting photos of me all day." 

"Ma'am? It's done. Here's your phone, we've went ahead and activated it for you. You'll just want to set up your security passcode, fingerprint, all that fun stuff. Then you're good to go." He smiled and handed her brand new phone over. He kept the old phone to be recycled, which was fine with Celeste.

She took a deep breath and looked towards Marisol with a smile. One piece of her past was gone, soon her number would be... Maybe, at least. She really wasn't sure what to do with it in the end. But, those were decisions for another time. 

Her phone lit up with several delayed text messages from her old phone that she quickly responded too. She grinned big and looked towards Marisol as she unlocked the phone. It was empty right now, but soon it would be full of apps and excitement and fun. She pulled her camera up and waved for Marisol to get in for the picture. "Say cheeeese! Also, we need to add each other on all these things..." After the picture, she began downloading stuff. "Sooo, food now? Or shopping?"