#el. threads.

"mike," she echoed, with a small nod of her head and trying to feel the way that it felt on her tongue. it was a common name, of course, but there was something that felt familiar about it. in a way that she could feel like she'd said it before, even though she didn't have any recollection of knowing someone with that name. "we have been friends before ... you and me?" she asked, trying to put together whatever thoughts were coming to her. "i don't know why i would not remember you." / @gardenlead

"which of these do you like better?" she asked, before pushing the magazine closer to chrissy, pointing to the different dresses she had circled in marker. they looked good on the people wearing them in the pictures, so maybe they would also look good on her too. and chrissy always looked nice, so she would know best. "do you like any of them?" / @wvsteria

"did you want to..." she finally asked after a few minutes of going back and forth, holding out the umbrella she had — considering it looked like the other didn't have one. "i think we can both fit under it, since it looks like it will be rainy for a while," she added, realizing it wasn't as big of a deal as she had been making it out to be in her head. "if you want." / @saltedair

"hi joyce," she greeted, walking up to where she was seated. it was always nice to know that she could depend on joyce to usually be in a handful of different places, making it easy to add the visit on to her usual schedule of things to do. "are you working still? because i might need help with something." / @rcvcrics

while her first instinct was that whoever this person was that was trying to get her attention mistook her for someone else, it was hard to ignore. she didn't know very many people, so it was easy to expect that no one knew her. el looked around, trying to see if there was anyone behind her that this was meant for before turning back to him. "do i have something on my face? is that why you... were doing whatever that was?" / @covertstrings

el glanced down at the little shopping basket she was holding on to, trying to make it seem like she was actually putting thought into buying more than the three boxes of frozen toaster waffles she'd put in there. "oh, uh," she started, not sure why she felt the need to offer up some sort of explanation in response. "my oven is broken." / @withinthem