Re: Shelly, Rhiannon, and Open to Anyone - Group table
Shelly looked up from her waffle to watch Ellie get up and abandoned her for the cute guy in the Velvet Underground t-shirt, and shrugged. At least the Heinz was freed up now. She took the bottle and squeezed some out onto her small side plate of hash browns before looking up as Rhiannon took the ketchup artist's spot. "Oh, the Rhiannon?" she asked, shooting the brunette a smile as she recognized the unique name from the Secrets Leak. "I'm Shelly." She took a fork and stirred the hash browns together before lifting a forkful to her mouth.
As she did so, a newcomer joined the table and Shelly prepared to greet him, too when she recognized who it was. Her fingers spasmed open in shock and the fork full of shredded, fried potato fell and clattered loudly against her plate. Noah? Had JD told her his name was Noah? The only name she remembered him as was Tim, the pillow fondler. She, too, fell silent, though her mouth opened slightly as if trying to force a word out. Instead, only a quiet exhale of air made its way past her frozen vocal cords.