where: the dustland, 12:07 pm. status: closed, @frvnkic
“hey —”, the greeting comes spontaneous, a smile blooming on her lips the second frankie’s silhouette is spotted. not really surprised to see her, but glad either way: frankie’s incursions around her garage weren’t a daily occurrence, sure, but natalie still expected them with eager anticipation. something about her somehow made her stuck from the crowds of various characters swarming the city — something about her, perhaps, spoke to a familiar part of herself. as if they recognized each other, battered animals of the same species. natalie was crouching by a vase of basil, beginning to yellow in the summer heat but somehow still surviving — a handful of leaves in her hands, she’d been enjoying the freedom of a day off by giving herself to the pleasure of cooking. somehow, that just spoke to her of perfect timing. “what are you doing around here, stranger?”, she got up, tucking the leaves in the front pocket of her worn down overalls, then rushed to wrap a quick embrace around the other. she couldn’t help the chipper, perhaps too chipper, note in her voice: the past weeks had been heavy, as if any moment now she expected a storm to break out. she couldn’t help but be ecstatic at the unexpected moment of sunshine, now. smiling, natalie chirped: “i was just making lunch, care to join me?”