Foster & Stori @foster-matty
the ritz
If she was honest, Stori didn't think the world would align the way it did, and she and Foster would both end up back in Half Moon Bay. Yet here they both were, and she still had yet to feel the proper sort of guilt you should feel over lying to a friend. It wasn't like she took and took and gave nothing in return. No, Stori bought his friendship and never once questioned the depth of it all because she had her own selfish reasons for keeping him around- he wasn't bad company. Still, she did wonder how strong a foundation of friendship could be when she'd built it out of her selfish desire to not lose all ties to a life she left.
Seeing him now, she was mixed with elation and guilt that weighed in her in equal measure. "Foster!" She called with a wave her camera hung around her neck as she snacked on appetizers for the wedding she was shooting. "Did you make this?" She asked as she spit the fois gras into a delicate napkin and tossed it. "It's awful so I'm going to pray and hope no." She swallowed down a flute of champagne for the toast before she could stomach a smile.