“Firstly, hi, I hope your day has been fantastic,” Lore greeted as she neared her best friend’s current bench, the thought that Benji might’ve been striving for some pensive alone time only striking her after she’d already announced herself.
Oh well.
All day she’d been planning to specifically seek out Benji between her practice and his, and the time had finally arrived. That plan was in motion, and he’d be sure to tell her if she needed to put the brakes on it.
Lore made quick work of spreading her coach-approved snack out between the two of them on the bench for optional sharing if he so chose, presenting the saddest of picnics before she presented the thing that she had been dying to tell him the entire day.
“My mother has decided to remodel a section of our home, and you’ll never guess what her inspiration is.” If there was a hint of bitterness in her tone, it surely wouldn’t have been a surprise. The last time her mother had taken design inspiration, one room in the house had looked like it was straight out of the Broadway production of Beetlejuice.
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