who: Sama and @angusbyrne where: the terrace when: after the wake
Sama was exhausted, but restless. She’d been awake far too long and she’d done far too little. Sama didn’t take days off, even when she didn’t go into the office she was always working, but this day, the wake, hadn’t been any kind of work. So now she was wandering around the first floor, one shoe in each hand and swinging them slightly as she walked. And possibly shedding hair pins along the way. She’d taken her hair out of its french twist somewhere around the sunroom, putting the pins in the toes of her shoes since her dress didn’t have pockets.
Sama wasn’t sure what she was looking for. A task that needed doing? A distraction from the memory of her conversation with Alison? Maybe just someone who wanted her here? Or maybe she wasn’t looking for anything, just trying to burn off her leftover energy. If she were still a teenager, or even in her twenties, she might’ve slipped down to the home gym in the basement and the barre Richard bought for her, but her 32 year old knees protested at just the thought.
So Sama wandered, until she saw Angus out on the terrace. She swung off the door a little as she pulled it open, then jumped when it closed behind her with more force than she’d anticipated. “Who’re you hiding from out here?” She carefully set her shoes on the stone railing, then boosted herself up beside them, swinging her feet slightly as she sat.
