teddy takes that as an open invitation to come and sit down on the tree stump next to shauna,   her elbows resting on her knees.   hands supporting the weight of her head as she looks forward.   she used to love nature,  the sights and sounds.   now she's sure that if they do managed to be rescued,  she wouldn't be able to stomach the sight of it.   almost on cue,  her stomach twists in discomfort.   “  you're always writing.  ”     she says glancing down to the now closed journal.   she's curious about what lays inside,  her feelings or the plots to kill them all in their sleep.   she's unsure.     “  not judging,  just an observation.  ”

she wishes she had been smart enough to bring a journal of her own from home.   something to document everything in,  write the dumb lyrics she'd turn into campfire songs or random strings of words she would have pop into her head.   she's envious of that,  the seeming preparedness                     but she also didn't plan for this.   none of them did.   she thought they'd be long home by now.   she should've graduated,  gone to college,  started to live life the way she sees fit.   but instead,  she's god knows where with a group of girls she'd barely known prior beyond taking their headshots and pictures of their games for the school yearbook.

she's letting the sounds of leaves rustling fill the air for a moment.   when it's become entirely too much,   “  do you think we're gonna get out of here    ?  ”     she wants to tack on alive at the end,  but refrains.   they'd lost too much to think about the hypothetical what if's,  but the question is eating at her and the overly inquisitive part of her wants to ask each girl their thoughts on it.   you know what they say,  curiosity killed the cat.

Always thinking. Mind always turning the gears in his head. His current thought was about Emma, the perky barista currently moving around behind the other as if she wasn't aware of Ted's existence (his doing probably). Especially when she stepped away to enter the backroom, a frown fighting to spill onto his lips but not doing so. Instead he returned his gaze to the woman not playing into his charm. Her question about how many shots making him sigh with a slight hang of his head. What a waste of a wink.

"Make it two," he answers, head coming back up to find her name tag. Teddy. Had Emma mentioned her before? Probably, but Ted barely listened to the names when it came to her bitching about work. They weren't deep enough into whatever they were doing for him to have to remember them beyond her boss'. But then again he would've definitely remembered the name Teddy-- the name sending a memory shooting through him. He used to be 'Teddy'. He clears his throat and tries again with his charm, "Though I wouldn't mind a third one in the form of a shot at you."

assumptions aside,  she's looking down at the register.   choosing to noy entertain it after all,  she speaks with a smirk,     “  so,  just two shots then?  ”     the customers definitely have to be the worst part of working at beanies.   especially when they think they have a shot.   she gets it,  she's hot and she knows it.   she just wishes creeps like him would back off.   clearly over this whole interaction,  she glances up,     “  can i get a name for the order?  ” 

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