#* the everyman

Oli hadn’t been too pleased when Mari showed up at their door looking for Damaris. It wasn’t clear to Damaris why Marianne was looking for her but nonetheless, she felt the need to rectify the situation as soon as she could. The woman wasn’t even aware why Oli didn’t like Mari. Mari was a pretty easy person to like. Since their coffee, the two women hadn’t spoke. Was it even worth trying to salvage the broken friendship?

After a quick look in the mirror and a half-hearted attempt to make her look presentable, Damaris made her way to the door next door, knocking three times gently. She took a step back, so as to not alarm the other too much. If not by her ghastly appearance, then by her closeness. If Damaris could leave the lodge with as few ruffled feathers as possible, she was going it. 

It had been such a long time since Damaris had seen Mari. For the longest time, because Mari had stopped texting back, Damaris thought she had done something wrong. It was normal for people to outgrow their environments but something inside her felt it was personal. Thankfully, that had all been cleared up over text. There wasn’t anything she had done wrong. She supposed this would be more of a discussion over coffee... Or rather, non-caffeinated tea now.

The stressed woman sat in the booth, hands wrapped around her first mug. Damaris hadn’t taken a sip yet but it was nice to hold onto something grounding. When Mari walked in, she stood up to greet her. “Hey!” She offered with a smile, unsure whether or not to lean in for a hug. “Long time, no see.”