“Well you’re in luck ‘cause winging it just happens to be the one thing I do best,” she smirked, pulling herself out of her thoughts before turning her attention back to Dodger, watching him as he made his way down the trail, impressed at how well he followed Zac’s commands. “Well, we sure are. You comin’, gramps?”
Jynne wasn’t sure what she was doing here, to be honest. She’d left on her trip to get away from Elias Pointe, from Jack, from everything she felt. Part of her never wanted to come back, pick a place along the gulf, start a new life for herself - but then something changed. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but soon Jynne found herself eagerly checking her notifications for something new from Zac, another comment on one of her posts, or a new upload of Dodger. They started talking nearly every day, and before she knew it, the entire reason she left town began to fade away, making her think that maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad after all.
She had to set some rules for herself though - things were going to be different if she came back. Jynne knew better than to cut herself off cold turkey, so she decided to wean herself slowly. Fewer drugs, less alcohol, fewer hook-ups… but that was already showing to be more difficult than originally planned, somehow finding herself agreeing to an adventure (definitely not-a-date) with Zac despite every instinct telling her not to.
“It wasn’t awful,” she shrugged, not usually one to usually divulge into too many details, leaving people wanting more. “Some guy kept blowing up my phone though,” Jynne shot him a playful look over her shoulder before continuing. “Had a lot of time to think. Wasn’t where or who I wanna be, y’know? Quarter-life crisis, remember?” Her voice drifted, getting lost in the sound of the wind blowing through the trees around them. “How’s your Insta-training coming along, by the way?” she questioned, probably already aware of his answer, but desperate to move the topic anywhere but herself.
“Someone was blowing up your phone? You need me to take care of him for you?” Zac stopped in his tracks as he teased, Dodger slowing his roll, sniffing off into the foliage. Turning around to face this beautiful woman, he noticed she seemed overall healthier- a little more livelier than the few times he’d seen her before her trip. Whatever did her in, the sun--which he was convinced could brighten anyones spirits-- or the feeling of letting go of everything she knew, it did something miraculous for her. He had felt that freeing of spirit when he left for the NFL, as hard as it was to walk away from everything he knew. It certainly changed him as a person.
But the INSTAGRAM mention. It was a damn struggle. Half the time he forgot the app was even available to him.
“I’m sorry, lady--my instagram training?!” Zac exclaimed. “You know I’ve been waiting a few weeks for my trainer to get back to the states, right? You know of her? She’s about yea-high. Doesn’t smile quite as much as you do, though. Maybe you’d be able to help me. Take a half decent photo of myself, come up with some cheesy caption. Or is that the thing we’re training me not to do?” Zac wasn’t sure he was a fan of the whole world seeing his updates, but he’d do it to keep in touch with this wild, crazy chick. ”No more cheesy.”
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