Amy Mias (penandpaper) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-10-22 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy mais, z -- cathy lenoy |
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Amy was settled under a tree just outside the hotel. There was a book by her side, but her notebook was open in her lap and she was twirling a pen around her fingers, occasionally scribbling something down before going back to fidgeting again.
She finally let out a small breath and looked up, offering the person close by a smile. "Hello there. We're having such wonderful weather, aren't we?"