who : zoya & ryan | @beneathoaktrees where : the park
there's a groan that's threatening to bubble in her throat; an attempt to calm them both — ryan worried, although she couldn't pinpoint exactly on what and zoya’s confidence taking a minor hit after her lecture about teaching and lack thereof. “ can you stop shaking your damn leg? its moving the whole bench and ruining my meditative state. ” eyes are closed, but the tension could be felt otherwise. they were the last two remaining, and without a head of their department to keep them secure with their jobs, finding or research — she understood the fear, although she rarely allowed herself to feel it. slowly, she allows her eyes to flutter open, peeking over at her colleague (and friend?) with a relaxed gaze. “ seriously, what is up with you? is it still the sullivan of it all? i'm the one that got lectured, not you. ” another pause. “ or is it the intern? ” brow raises, waiting for some sort of excuse to flow out of his lips.










