LOTTIE ANDREW
"Just because it's not the first time it's happened, doesn't mean it's not wrong of them," Lottie said, her voice confident but her eyes looking off to the corner of the room. The blonde woman as well was far too used to being treated unfairly, for a number of reasons that weren't in her control by a number of people she did not care for one bit, but she always tried her hardest to comfort those who faced the same inequalities that she faced and do it all with a smile. This familiarity opened up a soft spot in Lottie's head and heart for the woman named Dod.
So when the beautiful brunette gingerly swept a lock of Lottie's loose hair behind her ear, the blonde could feel the faintest rush of heat to her cheeks.
"Andrew. Charlotte Andrew. But my friends call me Lottie," she cleared her throat as she raised her hand to her hair and began fingering the same lock behind her ear, "Well, they would if they could talk. Or if they were alive. Or were my friends. Or in any other situation that doesn't involve me embalming them," she rambled with a soft and strained smile as she looked up and met Dod's dark eyes.
Only after she finished talking did she realize how insane she must have sounded to the woman. "Oh, I am so sorry! I must sound like a complete psychopath!" She blurted out perhaps a little too loud, becoming even more flustered as the red on her cheeks was beginning to appear much more visible. "Let me try this again, I'm Lottie. You can call me Lottie," she said, finally, "It is very nice to meet you, Doddy."
Lottie was so distracted in her words that she didn't even realize that Dod had interlocked their arms.
"I... sorry, where are we going?" She asked, dumbfounded.
So when the beautiful brunette gingerly swept a lock of Lottie's loose hair behind her ear, the blonde could feel the faintest rush of heat to her cheeks.
"Andrew. Charlotte Andrew. But my friends call me Lottie," she cleared her throat as she raised her hand to her hair and began fingering the same lock behind her ear, "Well, they would if they could talk. Or if they were alive. Or were my friends. Or in any other situation that doesn't involve me embalming them," she rambled with a soft and strained smile as she looked up and met Dod's dark eyes.
Only after she finished talking did she realize how insane she must have sounded to the woman. "Oh, I am so sorry! I must sound like a complete psychopath!" She blurted out perhaps a little too loud, becoming even more flustered as the red on her cheeks was beginning to appear much more visible. "Let me try this again, I'm Lottie. You can call me Lottie," she said, finally, "It is very nice to meet you, Doddy."
Lottie was so distracted in her words that she didn't even realize that Dod had interlocked their arms.
"I... sorry, where are we going?" She asked, dumbfounded.