Date: January 18th 2021 Time: 9:03 pm Location: Nathan’s car, to his chagrin
@nathanmarchand
“Hey — whoa! It’s just me! Holy shit, your reflexes have improved.” It’d felt like a strange twist of fate, really. And after recent events, she’d been looking for one. Blame an investigator’s instincts, maybe, but a lone car in a lot caught her eye. Still running, she’d noted. No snow built up on it, so it’d moved recently, not sitting in the lot long term. The lack of snow gave her the opportunity to see something else, too, something that made her brows lift and a surprised laugh come from her: a familiar license plate. Good thing she was already carrying a bag of onion rings. Just like old times. That’s how she ended up here, anyway, the bag dropped so she can raise her hands in rightful surrender. “Well, shit. You get to eat the one that fell onto the seat.” Cecilia grabs the offended onion ring and tosses it towards her companion before ducking fully into the car, shutting the door behind her as to block out the cold air. “Who goes first, then? Me or y— no, I decided, it’s me. What are you doing here? I mean, we’ve met under weirder terms, but... Lethe? I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Cece looks to her friend with a shake of her head, then faces forward, looking out of the windshield and digging into the bag of food. “Maybe more importantly, who are we watching — and are you seriously about to waste the onion ring I so generously gave you? The disrespect, Nathan. Eat up or I’m taking it back.”
