Amber had already speared through a slice with her fork, but she held it a few inches from her mouth as she watched and waited – it just – she leaned her head forward, as though prompting him to go on, but when he did it was to brush the whole thing off. Maybe later. Amber shrugged, but smiled. “Offer stands, Raph.” Then, after a beat, “Juvie, huh?”
Not that she judged. Juvie was like a rite of passage among most of the people in her hometown.
She started munching on her cake immediately after that. Even while the world felt a little hazy, Amber could tell that Raph was somewhat distracted. She wasn’t offended; curious, more than anything.
From what I could tell on the network, there’s a lot of you running around? At that, Amber snorted. It hadn’t been unusual, back at home, for people to be absolutely burnt out on McCalls – they were rather prolific in their hometown, for better or worse. After chewing and swallowing her bite of cake (was she already halfway done this slice – damn!), Amber chuckled. “Our parents weren’t big on birth control,” she remarked by way of explanation, “So I have a lot of siblings. And nieces. And nephews. Apparently. Other than that, though…,” she shrugged. “Nothing too interesting. West Virginia is a boring place.”
Not that she’d spent her entire life there, but… close enough.
And without even realizing it, Amber was already into a second slice of her cake.