Waiting patiently, Ash plays around on her phone as she waits for Oliver to arrive, which she was hoping wasn’t for another few minuets or so because she was totally beating her high score on the game she was currently playing. The sun beat down above her and her stomach began to growl. The last time she had eaten was probably this morning and it was currently past midday. The wind gently blows her hair across her face, blocking out her vision for a brief moment. This distraction resulted in her cussing under her breath as the screen on her phone read ‘game over’.
Ash jumped out of her skin though when a voice broke her out of the angry internal monologue she had been having with herself. Raising her head, she saw Oliver in front of her. “Well don’t you look dashing” she teases with a grin. She slips her phone away into her jeans pocket swiftly before speaking again. “You ready to head inside? I’m starving.”
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