#samcarpenter

》ᴍᴇʟɪssᴀ ʙᴀʀʀᴇʀᴀ || ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ《

not that she was worried, but sam’s drama had lingered in the back of althea’s mind all day. she hadn’t talked to him since she had convinced him to apologize, and was dying to know how that went, assuming he’d followed through. as far as her own day had went, she’d climbed from the rock wall earlier, and decided to take a shower to rinse off the smoky smell. she heard the door opening as soon as she got out, and threw on some clothes before rushing out of the bathroom. “so?” she questioned, briefly toweling her wet hair. “how’d it go?”