Status: closed @jeremiahthcne
Location: Thane Autoshop
It’s a bad, horrible, terrible habit of Angel’s, one she’s actively trying to get better about if she wants anyone in this town to take her seriously. But as the saying goes, old habits die hard. When things get even remotely difficult or inconvenient, she retreats, disappears, goes ghost without any excuse. This time, when she found out she would no longer be dealing, she sort of dropped everything - the only exception being her bullshit, legal job that barely puts money into her pocket. But what happens, as it always does, is Angel begins to feel a pinch of guilt and a desire to reconnect, but the mismatched wires in her brain tells her everyone will hate her for trying. Still, she has to try.
Angel ducks into the garage, eyes on the move. What makes this time so embarrassing is that she lives in The Clubhouse now, in one of the dorms temporarily, and it’s only a stone’s throw away from the Autoshop. It actually takes more effort to avoid it, Jeremiah, and the bike she’s supposed to be working on with him, but she’s a pro at this sort of gymnastics of avoidance. Sighing, she walks deeper in, and tries to ignore the anxiety pushing her heart to beat faster and faster. What if he’s angry with her? What is she going to do then? Spotting him, it’s too late now. Angel swallows, directing her steps towards Jeremiah. “Hey,” She smiles weakly and apologetically, awkwardly shoving her hands into her pockets. “About like disappearing...I’m really sorry about that.”