A set of twin hair buns escorts us back toward the entrance and sees us off. I find myself walking beside my new… shall we call her a friend at this point? Anyway, I travel without a direction of my own for a while.
Assuming she is walking to her place and wanting to make sure she makes it there. Though when I ask, I learn she was just walking wherever! And then she begins to just talk and talk once I opened that 'door'.
About this and that, like she had been holding back the whole time I was eating before. I learn more about her that I'm not sure has much value, but does seem to make her smile to talk about.
> She's a happy-go-lucky person… unless you deny her alcohol. I'll remember that. <
"Oh right, about this modeling opportunity… the shoot they are doing is supposed to happen over the next few weeks, and they're really desperate for someone who fits what they're looking for."
