starter for: @daltcnwalker. location: cascade county fair, the fairgrounds.
After some drinks, rides, and mingling, Lorianne was about ready to call it a night. She had gone through a rollercoaster of different emotions (no pun intended), and has accepted the fact that she was going to continue to do so. Her range of feelings has her checking her period tracker app, scrolling through the damn thing as if it might give her the answer to life. You’re just four days away from your period! The stupid little app insists in bold font. Go figure, Lorianne thinks to herself before locking her phone and shoving it back into her jean pocket.
Her wandering continues, looking for Bash in the growing sea of people. She thinks to send him a text but doesn’t, believing the universe might offer a hand and allow them to wistfully bump into one another like in the movies about romance that doesn’t actually exist in real life. Her gaze surveys her surroundings before landing on a familiar stance. For a moment, she believes she’s seen a ghost, or perhaps the drinks have finally gotten to her head and she was too tipsy to even see clearly.
She’s moving closer without thinking, her dark brows furrowed tightly. “Dalton?” Lori blurts out once she’s close enough, her gaze taking him in. She’s quick to run a hand through her hair, suddenly aware of how she may look. She looked fine, really, but Lorianne wishes she put in a little more effort this morning. “Jesus, what - what the hell are you doing here?”