((closed starter for @thcguilt))
// why do her aunt’s friends have to be so lame?
this is the question parading through linda’s mind, as she wanders halfheartedly behind the woman, bored out of her mind. the last thing she wants to do is spend even a moment of her summer vacation within the walls of an art museum, and yet- not only is this precisely what she is currently doing, but it seemed to her she’s going to be spending more than just a few moments in there.
she releases a slow breath through painted lips, rolling her eyes up to the off-white ceiling tiles as she shuffles her feet a bit on the carpet runner marking the suggested path. the woman she’s with is far ahead of her, but linda has no desire to catch up; in fact she almost intentionally trying to lose her.
when the woman finally rounds a corner without her linda thinks it good riddance, now pausing to take in her surroundings.
it had all started when she was visiting her mom’s brother- miltion. uncle miton and his wife had invited her to visit over the summer, and of course she’d said yes. it was chicago. it was an exciting, big city, and spending time in it as a high school student sounded amazing.
so there she was, but when her uncle and aunt had been called away due to an emergency at one of his properties, he’d said they’d only be gone overnight- and of course, he couldn’t leave linda alone, or lorraine would murder him. even if linda promised not to tell. so her aunt called in a good friend of hers, to take linda sightseeing while the baines’ tended to their situation.
linda had hoped that this sightseeing excursion would be fun, but it’s turning out to be one of the biggest drags she’s ever dealt with.
brown eyes dart around the museum- taking in old paintings and old people, the only two things she really sees. she’s pretty sure if she has to see one more person over fifty she’s going to die.
she pauses when, out of the corner of her eye, she catches sight of someone else- someone who looks about her age. oh, thank you god, she thinks to herself, diverting her course and picking up the pace a bit. maybe she can delay her mental breakdown by chatting with him.
he was sorta cute, anyway.
❛ hey, ❜ she says, one corner of her mouth twitching into a small smile when she catches his attention. ❛ what’s a kid like you doing in a parade of old people like this? ❜ she stands with her hands in her pockets, casual, but also posing a bit- standing with her weight on one leg, her head tilted a bit to the side, watching him closely through round glasses.
