“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Emily shrugged, not even bothering to look up at the other. Instead, she stared at her hands in her lap. In front of their friends, she could easily act like nothing was wrong. But now that they were trapped in the car together, she’d grown brooding and quiet. Fiddling with her hands, she couldn’t figure out what she could say next. “I just don’t have anything to say to you.” It wasn’t really a lie. Because the only thing that came to mind when she thought of them was a string of sounds and curse words. A reflection of embarrassment, anger and frustration that she felt when it came to them.

“I don’t know what you thought was going to happen. But I’m definitely not going home with you tonight.” Josephine avoids eye contact as she scans over the crowd at the party. “There’s a reason I didn’t come to the party with you.” She’s gripping on the bannister so hard that her knuckles turn white. And she still doesn’t look up at them. “It's probably better this way.”

Spotting an unfamiliar face, the brunette was struck by the sudden urge to introduce herself. Rushing over to the other side of the street, she made her way over to them.“Hiya! Are you new to the area? I’ve never seen you around before,” Josephine greets the other with a wave of her hand. “I’m Josephine, by the way. And this is my dog Hemingway! Isn’t he adorable?” The brunette beams up at the other, before hugging her dog tightly.

Josephine looked down, avoiding eye contact with the other. When she’d spotted them across the room at the party, she hadn’t expected them to approach her. “I thought you said you never wanted to talk to me again,” she mumbled, staring at the ground. She played with the bracelet around her wrist, suddenly extremely self conscious of how dressed up she looked. "I uhm, I didn't know you were going to be here, by the way." 

Spotting an unfamiliar face, the brunette was struck by the sudden urge to introduce herself. Rushing over to the other side of the street, she made her way over to them.“Hiya! Are you new to the area? I’ve never seen you around before,” Josephine greets the other with a wave of her hand. “I’m Josephine, by the way. And this is my dog Hemingway! Isn’t he adorable?” The brunette beams up at the other, before hugging her dog tightly.

“I would be careful where you step, there’s paint drying pretty much everywhere,” Josephine warns from her position on the ground. she’s surrounded by several painted A3 papers. She’s hard at work on her next artwork for the gallery. and one wrong step could ruin it all. So she’s taken to occasionally calling out warnings whenever she notices anyone approaching her position. The local park may not be the best place to be, but she feels like it lifts her creative block. Like she’d be stifled if she did it anywhere else.

Spotting an unfamiliar face, the brunette was struck by the sudden urge to introduce herself. Rushing over to the other side of the street, she made her way over to them.“Hiya! Are you new to the area? I’ve never seen you around before,” Josephine greets the other with a wave of her hand. “I’m Josephine, by the way. And this is my dog Hemingway! Isn’t he adorable?” The brunette beams up at the other, before hugging her dog tightly.

Spotting an unfamiliar face, the brunette was struck by the sudden urge to introduce herself. Rushing over to the other side of the street, she made her way over to them.“Hiya! Are you new to the area? I’ve never seen you around before,” Josephine greets the other with a wave of her hand. “I’m Josephine, by the way. And this is my dog Hemingway! Isn’t he adorable?” The brunette beams up at the other, before hugging her dog tightly.