Re: Rhiannon + Bethany + Open
"A personal trainer!" Bethany's eyes widened. "You're about to hit your busy season. You know, with the New Year." She shifted her weight, then decided to switch tactics from a conversation standpoint.
Smiling, Bethany nodded, "And the punch cards and stamps are something we're working to update, but that's mostly because we're part of the county library system. There's something awesomely vintage feeling about the cards, though, that makes me feel like I'm channeling librarians of yore.
The snow still fell, speckling her black jacket. It felt fake, like a director was going to jump out from behind a cactus and yell "Cut!" At the same time, it was the first bit of normalcy since she moved out West from Boston, more Utah than Nevada. It made the five hour drive back home to Provo feel shorter.