[Ambrosia Bellemore]
We sit awkwardly in silence until I can't take it anymore.
"So, what are you doing these days?"
His eyes, completely focused on the laptop screen in front of him, glance at me for a second and then turn back.
"Designing."
I nod in deep thought. Benjamin, during our High School years, always talked about being a soccer player. He finally grew up from his dreams, I guess.
"You're going to New York too, huh?"
He gives me a sly glance, again. I fidget.
"Yes."
"Cool."
Silence.
I sigh. It's going to be a long flight.
~•~
[Calum Achorn]
The woman thought me to be someone else, and so I found it in my best interest to make as less conversation with her as I could.
She was persistent, though.
"Remember senior year?" She began and I give a small sigh. "Remember the mud pie we fed George?"
"How can I ever forget that." I mumble. I was trying to concentrate on my work, but I wasn't even past the first line of my draft.
"Yeah." She says, waiting for my response. She gives up soon, though and puts on her headphones with an exasperated huff.
I settle down comfortably and try to concentrate, when she yanks her headphones off.
"Do you remember when..?"
I sigh. It's going to be a long flight.
~•~
Frankly, even though this is a short chapter. I loved, enjoyed writing this. More later!♡
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