Sunday stood nervously outside of the hotel. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she was nervous. After watching for so long, she didn't know what to do if and when it came time to actually speak to him.
But she had to, General Davenport and her mother said she did, and she didn't want to disappoint them...again. Her mother would send her down with them again, and they hurt her, they hurt her, over and over again, they didn't care.
Sunday rubbed the tears from her eyes, but as she did so, she heard a sudden pop, and there he was. Standing before her, with an umbrella in hand.
Alec Iris.
She was supposed to get close to him...and she wanted to, but not because of her mother, or General Davenport, but because she was in love with him and had been since the moment, she laid eyes on him.
She looked up at him wide eyed, a thick bangs hanging in front of her eyes.
Say something! She heard her mother call in her head, but she knew it wasn't her. Her mother wasn't watching.
"Um....Hi?" She peeped, nervously.