Closed for @islaricci
Jo moved through the festival with a sense of detachment, her hands stuffed in her pockets as she navigated the crowds. She walked around the booths, more as a way to get some steps in than really being interested in buying anything. Although, she had seen some things she'd been keen to try and do herself. Then, near one of the stands selling caramel apples, she noticed Isla.
It wasn’t a surprise—Kismet Harbor wasn’t that big of a place. Jo didn’t hesitate; she wasn’t one to avoid people. With a steady stride, she made her way over.
Stopping just short of the booth, she spoke up casually, "Hey, Isla. Long time."













