Olive is headed home from the beach when she sees him, a familiar shape off to her right, visible through the bars of the church fence. It's a chance look that brings him to her attention, and then he holds it all on his own. She stops and peers between the overhanging branches of weeping willow and the black metal bars, brow furrowing as she watches. He doesn't seem to be doing much of anything, which makes her even more curious what he's doing there.
She could wait and ask later, or she could check on him now. The choice is an easy one.
Slipping through the gate, she walks closer, grass and twigs catching beneath her shows. Good, she thinks, she wants him to hear her coming. "Chris?"
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Date: 2013-08-04 10:48 pm (UTC)She could wait and ask later, or she could check on him now. The choice is an easy one.
Slipping through the gate, she walks closer, grass and twigs catching beneath her shows. Good, she thinks, she wants him to hear her coming. "Chris?"