ę§ L I Z Z I E . A N S E L ę§
âââââââââââââââââ
Dialogue: #E4287C
Location: 2B Kitchen
âââââââââââââââââ
âââââââââââââââââ
Dialogue: #E4287C
Location: 2B Kitchen
âââââââââââââââââ
The clock had just turned over from AM to PM as Lizzie placed the final of her five pillows onto her freshly made bed. The room around her was devoid of any boxes, after she had arrived at 6:00am that morning to begin unloading and unpacking into her new place. Poor Simon had been drug along for the ride, but as she finally looked up from her daze of OCD organizing, she realized she had no idea where her roommate had gone off to. A flash of guilt reddens her cheeks and she smooths the palm of her hands against the black leggings over her thighs.
She had unpacked her kitchen utensils first, and stocked the fridge after her 8:00am run around the neighborhood to get a feel for what jogging route would be best for her and Elijah in the mornings. Wrapped in bandages, her feet pad across the floor toward the fridge. Chocolate brown eyes glance over to the clock, ensuring that it was noon and an acceptable time to text the group. She pulls open the group chat with one hand as the other opens the fridge to pull out the eggs.
To: New York or Bust
Hey, guys! Everyone make it in okay?
Short. Sweet. To the point.
Her iPhone 7+ is dropped lightly onto the counter as she sets about scrambling the eggs. It's not more than a minute before she reached over for it again, between stirring the eggs, to turn on one of her playlists and to text Simon.
Si-Fy
I'm making eggs! ⤠Where are you?
Stand By Me played on a harp comes from the speakers of her iPhone just moments after the text chimes it's indication of being sent. Content, a sigh lifts her lips into a smile and she turns back to the eggs, swaying just slightly to the music as she cooks.
She had unpacked her kitchen utensils first, and stocked the fridge after her 8:00am run around the neighborhood to get a feel for what jogging route would be best for her and Elijah in the mornings. Wrapped in bandages, her feet pad across the floor toward the fridge. Chocolate brown eyes glance over to the clock, ensuring that it was noon and an acceptable time to text the group. She pulls open the group chat with one hand as the other opens the fridge to pull out the eggs.
To: New York or Bust
Hey, guys! Everyone make it in okay?
Short. Sweet. To the point.
Her iPhone 7+ is dropped lightly onto the counter as she sets about scrambling the eggs. It's not more than a minute before she reached over for it again, between stirring the eggs, to turn on one of her playlists and to text Simon.
Si-Fy
I'm making eggs! ⤠Where are you?
Stand By Me played on a harp comes from the speakers of her iPhone just moments after the text chimes it's indication of being sent. Content, a sigh lifts her lips into a smile and she turns back to the eggs, swaying just slightly to the music as she cooks.