Who: Estrella and Bastian (possibly Syn later)
Where: Bastian's Apartment
What: Bastian is making Lula dinner
It was a cold walk from the dorms over to Bastian's apartment. In spite of being bundled up in her leather jacket
, Estrella was shivering by the time she made it to his door. She was used to cold weather, sure. Detroit was no walk in the desert, but that didn't mean that New England cold wasn't different. It was. And she had only one thought as she lifted a hand to knock on his door, the food better be worth it. Of course she already knew that it would be.
Shoving her hands in her pocket as she waited, she had Lula safely tucked away in one of them. Of course she brought her with her. How else would she keep the joke running? And Bastian didn't seem to mind her slightly quirky sense of humor, a big part of the reason why she was here right now even though she already knew what her brother would have to say about this. Something along the lines of "Hell naw, little sis." But he wasn't here right now, was he? And she'd sacrificed enough of her life for his benefit already.