starter: open to all ( @shrikestart ) location: shrike heights mall foodcourt
izzy sat in the food court by herself, feet over the table and all. she was sure it wouldn’t last too long before some security person told her to put them down. she didn’t care. she would put them down, then back up as soon as they walked away. fuck it. she munched on a cheeseless sandwich she had packed for herself that morning, which only made her day more miserable than usual, when some random dude walked over to her table. nowadays, izzy looked at everybody with a hint of suspicion, nobody could blame her, so this guy was no exception as she looked him up and down for a bit. “listen– my friend told me to give you this,” the guy said, sliding some old receipt which of course izzy looked at properly for a bit, feeling rather confused until she turned it around and saw the “call me” note next to a phone number handwritten in the back.
izzy looked up, the random dude had gone off running, so all she could do was look around and find her nearest prey. “are you the friend?”
