location: melanie, griffin, and michal’s apartment
time: eight fourteen pm, december seventeenth
with: michal ( @ofreligion )
on the little table next to her front door is where ella had carefully folded and placed michal’s handkerchief from the night of the party, in an effort to remember to return it. it was when she came back from the blackwood eatery with her dinner that she saw it again, and sighed, knowing she would have to inhale her dinner to be able to return that handkerchief before her shift started. it had been so kind of michal to lend it to her; she said it had been her great grandmothers, and so beautifully hand-stitched. she’d washed it by hand a few nights before in her sink, laid it out to air dry, treating it as lovingly as she possibly could. it only made sense that she, too, should return it by hand.
the only problem was that... well, ella didn’t really want to talk to michal. the woman had caught her sitting on the park bench in front of melanie’s apartment more than once. more than three times. all of which ended with ella running away, guiltily. and now... now ella was returning again. with the handkerchief held tightly in her gloved hands. she knew exactly what apartment michal lived in, because that was the exact apartment melanie lived in, and it wasn’t until she’d rapped sharply and primly on the door that she realized that was, also, creepy. the smile she shot michal was, as a result, a little nauseous. “hey, um, i have your handkerchief.” she thrust it forward with both hands. “thanks again for, uh, for giving it to me. i got all the snot off of it, don’t worry.”
