(ask-the-arsonist) The shade seemed to be thrown everywhere under the protective wall of Darcy's tattoo parlor. A particular redhead seemed to catch Lena's eye. Shyly, she walked up and muttered a nervous "hello" under her breath.
The arsonist was leaning against the brick wall, looking at her phone, the bright light of the device reflecting on her face. In her other hand she held a lit cigarette, the smoke surrounding her. Camille enjoyed hanging around this place simply because it was quieter than some other places. Her eyes spotted a person walking towards her as she looked around. Honestly she’s hoping that the girl isn’t planning on talking much because…Because she wasn’t really much of a talker. But as a few more seconds passed it was obvious what was happening.
The quiet hello made her raise an eyebrow, examining the woman in front of her. Camille let out a deep sigh, putting her phone back in her pocket, waving. Her expression wasn’t too warm or exciting, it was pretty flat except the usual grin she had.
“Hello…How may i help you?”
The smoke cloud drifted off as the red head casually greeted her. Her eyes were bright and there seemed to be a challenge present somewhere in the depths of the orbs.
"My name's Lena." The younger arsonist held out her hand hesistantly. Her burn marks on her palm and she cursed herself for not putting on bandages today. Pursing her lips, she prayed the other girl wouldn't notice.