"Is this seat taken?" he asked.
Adelaide gave him a grateful smile. "Not at all. Get settled okay?" She was half-expecting him to tell her that he'd had a better offer.
Before he was able to answer, however, another girl walked up. She was striking, really, despite the fact that she was pretty short too. She had the most lovely green eyes that Adelaide had ever seen, as well as a very sweet smile, which she was kind enough to share with both Addie and Wes. "Hey. Mind if I sit here too?" She had what sounded kind of like a French accent, though it wasn't quite so heavy as others Adelaide had met.
Adelaide cast a questioning glance at Wes before answering. "Sure."
Rather than introduce herself, the girl, who also seemed older, sat beside Wes and started questioning Adelaide. "Say, are you a model?"
Addie laughed. "Me? No. How come?" She found it hard to believe that someone would mistake her for a model.
"You look like this girl I worked with once. She had this amazingly bright, curly hair just like yours, and her face was shaped the same. It was years ago, though. I thought you might be her. Gemma, I think her name was."
"No, I'm Adelaide. Adelaide Jenkins. You're a model?"
"Sometimes."
Addie waited, but the girl still didn't introduce herself. She cleared her throat. "This is my roommate, Wes." I think, anyway, she still didn't say aloud. Hopefully he hadn't had a better offer.
The girl raised her eyebrows, as if she only just realized that she ought to introduce herself. "Oh, pleased to meet you both! I'm Nuri Sabine." She glanced at Wes, but seemed unable to look at him for too long. She almost seemed shy, but she was so pretty and forthright that Adelaide had a hard time believing that was the case. "Isn't it great to have real food again? I mean, look at this salad!" She drizzled a little oil and vinegar from a small cup.
"I only got one because it reminded me of my mom telling me to eat some vegetables," Adelaide admitted.
"Smart woman. I doubt we'll have any real vegetables left after a week or two." They sat in awkward silence for a moment, before the girl, Nuri, spoke up again. "So...I'm a recorder. From France, mostly. What do you guys do?"
"I'm a runner," Addie said quietly, still only just picking. "From the US." They both looked expectantly at Wes. She knew he was also from the states, but she still didn't know what he did.