#connie.

ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER DOLLAR. while constanza knew what the phrase actually was -- in the case of her life, it was completely the opposite. while the rest of the world slept ( some peacefully, some not ), she was tasked with overseeing the inn to the best of her cognitive ability, fueled by coffee and sheer spite against herself. she was doing this for nora, to give her the best the world had to offer. it was enough to get buy, enough to give them a life. but where the job lacked, noticeably, is any kind of stimuli. anything to hold her interests, when her tasks were said and done. the lobby is desolate, that is, besides the sounds of her worn book pages -- and she can feel herself sinking into the chair she presides in. another night of nothing.

that is, until the sounds of worn boots announce a visitor. constanza quickly moves to adjust -- perhaps the signs being a hair too clear that she was zoning out. the world felt far too overwhelming these days to even begin to comprehend or make sense of -- the aftermath of the swarm owning the air much like the ghastly bugs themselves. connie had considered herself lucky that she wasn't anywhere near it -- that her daughter was okay, that her siblings were okay. and yet, this rebel heart finds herself caring far too much. connie accompanies her sister when she can to offer food and water -- and the sights of those faces, in overwhelming pain, have stuck with her for far longer than she cares to admit.

back to the boots. the wayfaring stranger? a friend? an enemy? regardless, the time for connie to offer herself relief from always being on her gaurd is over. she's focused, processing the face as it treads closer and closer.

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LOCATION: jamila's home, mid-morning FOR: benny muñoz

CONNIE HAD THROWN HERSELF into the nest -- and watching her daughter like a hawk since the moment they had been freed from the community center. they had done what they had to do. nora could be with her father, and her family could be in a place where they wouldn't have to think about rationing a single portion of food. and yet, why did she still feel so heavy in the aftermath -- almost paranoid? perhaps it's why she finds herself compelled to check in on their siblings, in on mami. make sure that everyone was still in one piece, and that none of them had magically vanished overnight.

stranger things had happened.

even if benny was rather thinly-lipped about his relationship with a certain diner waitress -- connie was incredibly observant. her time in the army made such a trait a guarantee. it made her happy to see him happy, especially the way he lit up when he talked about her. attempting crawl into his mind -- she knew he'd probably be in no mood to leave her. thus, the woman finds herself at jamila's front door, at first greeted by a gentleman in a wheelchair, jamila's father, before her eyes soon fall on benny standing by what appeared to be a hallway. her hunch had been correct.