Stiles | Roxy
Roxy stood outside the park, sunglasses on and canvassing the immense amount of people coming and going. This was her first trip and she was still feeling a bit anxious about it. She trusted Stiles that he wouldn't push or pressure her onto a ride, but just looking up at some of them made her heart drop. There was even a ride that pulled you all the way to the top, at least 50 feet, and just dropped you. No thanks. If Roxy had to do missions of her jumping out of planes or buildings, she didn't want to use her free time to be at the top of any heights.
She was waiting for Stiles now, promising him she wouldn't start without him. Really, he was the reason she was there. She kind of knew Elena and Harry, but couldn't see herself spending a whole day with them. Stiles would be different.
Arms folded, she leaned against a light pole and continued her observations, looking for that familiar scrap of brown hair.