Amelie was feeling awfully nostalgic lately. Whether it was her remembering things from back in France, or things that had happened on the island, she was just… remembering everything. Even if it was as small as a smile that someone shared with her, or as big as her and Noah kissing atop of a roof top, she was thinking about everything.
She was walking around when she stopped in front of the canteen, a smile on her face. There were memories associated with here, too. Memories from her very first day on the island. Amelie felt a presence behind her, prompting her to turn and give the person a smile. “You know, on my very first day here, I managed to sneak into the warehouse… I was so different back then.” She told them, a quiet laugh sounding from her.
“Reminiscing has its own queer pleasure, but why would sneaking into the warehouse be an attractive idea?” Ronan asked, perched atop a vacant barrel that had been stuck near the canteen. He unscrewed the lid of his silver flask, filled with water, and took a swig as he sized up the blonde before him. “And why would you want to?”