Apr 13, 2018
Noella had been sitting with her head leaned against the window and exhausted expression since Rick fucked up, about while ago, making the trip to the cabin about two hours longer than originally calculated. The rusty truck parked poorly in the semi driveway, by the wooden house, and that’s when Noella finally moved. She looked over to Rick, who offered her a minimal grin, and smiled back before getting out of the car, without a word about the recent inconvenience. She watched the cabin for a moment, while waiting for the rest to get out of the car, before heading to unpack the vehicle. Noella took her bag and a crate of beer, beginning to carry it to the cabin.