laneyandrews:
Laney was certain starvation would set in eventually. Actually, she was quite certain she was set on being as dramatic as humanly possible, but the difference was negligible. With very little to do in such a small, cramped space but watch people and contemplate the raging storm outside, she’d picked the former. New faces mingled with familiar faces, and she catalogued them, one by one. Watching people had become something of a hobby; perhaps it came secondary to framing them. For all of her jokes, she liked to capture people at their most real. She didn’t have flash drives full of third floor being ridiculous, she had candids of people laughing, hugging, crying, windswept on the balcony. They all had stories, and her goal was to capture the whole thing in just a moment. When a new face entered the shelter, Laney was instantly intrigued. Coupled with what was surely starvation, she was compelled to raise her hand with a grin, “Depends, what are you having?”
When someone who appeared to be a very pretty girl responded to her query, Abra felt relieved that the room was dark enough to hopefully hide her blush. Pretty girls often had a tendency to make her blush. Pretty boys too, in fact, and she hated that it perhaps betrayed her inexperience. But it didn't this time, the dark enough to keep things hidden from view, and as she shifted over towards the pretty girl in question, she realized the dimness made it far easier for her to keep talking to her. "Lemon cookies... baked them from scratch. Granola bars, some fresh fruit, pretzels, some sodas." Pulling an unopened glass bottle from her travel cooler, she added, "And my personal favorite, a bottle of gin. Not necessarily filling, but definitely a lot of fun."