Paige hated running late, especially when she had important business to attend to. The line for the outside coffee kiosk was extremely long and running her patient thin. Her eyes studied the male who had just spoke, realizing that it was the one and only, love monkey; Heath Weston. “Heath,” she said with glazed eyes, turning more towards him. It had been awhile since the two have saw each other —- she’d expect a better reaction than that but.. it is Heath.
It was the first time he'd seen or spoken to Paige Carmichael in months, and "'sup" was the best he could come up with. Typical Heath. He cocked his head to the side, a low whistle escaping his lips as he found words. "Long time no see, stranger," he said slowly, reaching into his pocket to grab a smoke. Nicotine had become more frequent in his life lately. Heath didn't move from his spot -- he didn't dare to -- as he continued to hold eye contact with the blonde, a funny little half-smile appearing on his face.
