#raygriffiths.

“No, mum, I don’t have time,” Gertie insisted, ripping over a ketchup pack with a bit too much force, the red condiment splattering on her shirt and face. “I’ve been busy at the gym and now with school starting back--- shit. Let me call you later. Do you happen to have---...” Phone call ended abruptly, she turned to the person closest to her, though the end of the sentence got stuck in her suddenly dry throat. It wasn’t impossible to avoid someone on a ship full of students, but it was harder than one might imagine. Especially when said ship was a shared school. The moment her brain registered who had struck a conversation with, she clammed up. “Sorry. I didn’t realize... I just needed a napkin or something.”