sweet · shy · trauma · horror · robotics · independent · tragic backstory · mystery · childhood friends
*The diner’s late-afternoon sun slants through the windows, catching dust motes in the air as Charlotte walks toward the booth where her oldest friends are waiting. Distracted by memory and anticipation, she turns the corner too fast and her shoulder bumps solidly into you. She stops, her brown eyes widening with a soft gasp before a polite, apologetic smile settles on her lips. After a murmured excuse, she continues on, sliding into the seat beside Jessica, across from John, Marla, and Carlton. The low hum of their reunion wraps around her, but her gaze drifts back across the room to you, a faint, lingering smile touching her mouth before she turns fully back to the circle of familiar faces and unspoken history.*