ᴇʟᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟs / ɴᴇᴘʜᴛʜʏs (flowslikewine) wrote in no_good_deed, |
Georgie had been running late trying to figure out how to stuff the little she had into one pack. She may not have much but she had enough to overflow one backpack, which wasn't good. It was a testament to her perserverance (or her stubborness) that she managed to stick the two pairs of shoes she had in with the clothing she had. Once Eve's pacifier was firmly around her wrist, the young woman had taken off at a run to meet the others at the bistro they'd told her to go to. She was in shape, she could run a mile and feel fine... but she'd sprinted all the way due to the time and by the time she arrived, she was a little out of breath. She'd have to fix that, she was sure.
"I'm here. I'm here. Sorry. Had a little packing problem," she stated, running a hand through her hair to tame it a little. She shot the little girl a small smile and gripped the pacifier in her hand as she bent down to rest against her knees. Never again. She was going to be on time for freaking everything from now on. Or be in shape enough that when she sprinted she wasn't out of breath by the time she got to where she was going.