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Airy Ja'Nel Miller ([personal profile] imaginationswoes) wrote 2015-12-20 05:59 am (UTC)

The next morning

[Airy moves over to the counter and takes up the seat at the end. She lightly drops her bag to the floor and rests her elbows on the counter before putting her chin in her palms.

When he mention his figure she can't help but look at his chest before dropping her eyes over to the food that's searing in the pan. She can't figure out if he's kidding or not and so she lets the comment hang in the air before finally answering his last question. It appears as if she's thinking pretty hard about it.]


I don't know yet.

[She's still figuring out where.]

I don't really know where anything is.

[However she has a map in her bag which is good enough for her.

By this point she's very proud of herself for keeping her imagination in check. Except while the food cooks her mind begins to wander. There is a slight breeze filled with the fresh smell of cut grass and greenery. It reminds her of the weekends when her father would cut the grass and her mother would make breakfast. Birds appeared around the kitchen chirping softly.]

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