pιzza ғor тwo [or ѕo] ✗ nιall + elιѕe
fart-boy
Elise was happy to have something to keep her mind off of the whole ordeal of settling in to a strange new place. Or rather, she was happy to have someone to do that for her. Niall was more than a distraction, don't get the wrong idea - he just happened to keep her mind off of all things disquieting while being lovely company, all at once.
It was a Thursday evening, so there wasn't much going on, at least not in the way of academics. There were a few people planning one of those infamous parties Niall had mentioned the day before, and she'd avoided being invited to it for the time being. --Perhaps they'd seen her talking with him and decided against it. If that were the case, she was oblivious. She didn't question why she wasn't invited, only thanked her lucky stars for allowing her to remain relatively unnoticed. Then again, it was only her second day.
She sat at a booth in the corner of the pizza place (ten minutes before the time they'd agreed upon meeting) - she'd had to ask a teacher for directions, which was sufficiently embarrassing. With her ankles crossed and her hands sat in her lap, fingers twiddling with the hem of her shirt, she waited.