Lyric dug out her phone, and the screen lit up as she peered at it. “No word from him yet,” she said, not bothering to text her brother for the moment. She wasn’t ready to go home yet, and was glad Nocturne wasn’t already waiting for her. “Bit cold for it,” she giggled, going back to the topic of dancing and water. “We could go to the pool though,” she grinned playfully, looking up at Chance from under her lashes.
Lyric loved the water, and swimming was a fun pastime that she took part in during the summer months, and occasionally during the wintertime; swimming was an excellent way to keep fit, but more than that, it was fun, and she loved playing in the water with her friends. “I love swimming,” she said as she linked arms with Chance, and they headed in the direction of the fast food. Lyric wasn’t really hungry, but figured they could nibble on chips as an excuse to hang out longer.
A grin appeared on her face when Chance opened the door for her, and she slipped inside. Lyric lined up and ordered a medium fries when it was her turn, waited, and then glanced around to find Chance. She joined him, setting the fries between them in an open invitation. “When I was little, before mom left, we used to go camping by the lake in the summer.” Lyric smiled wistfully. She missed those days, but didn’t think about them often. She hated her mother for abandoning them all; most people who knew Lyric wouldn’t think she had the capacity to hate, but her mother was a special circumstance.
Lyric loved the water, and swimming was a fun pastime that she took part in during the summer months, and occasionally during the wintertime; swimming was an excellent way to keep fit, but more than that, it was fun, and she loved playing in the water with her friends. “I love swimming,” she said as she linked arms with Chance, and they headed in the direction of the fast food. Lyric wasn’t really hungry, but figured they could nibble on chips as an excuse to hang out longer.
A grin appeared on her face when Chance opened the door for her, and she slipped inside. Lyric lined up and ordered a medium fries when it was her turn, waited, and then glanced around to find Chance. She joined him, setting the fries between them in an open invitation. “When I was little, before mom left, we used to go camping by the lake in the summer.” Lyric smiled wistfully. She missed those days, but didn’t think about them often. She hated her mother for abandoning them all; most people who knew Lyric wouldn’t think she had the capacity to hate, but her mother was a special circumstance.
