Re: [Dylan + Hannah: Facility]
Amy wasn't smart. She'd gotten through life with a straight-C average, and it was her social activities that really made her stand out. Hannah wasn't smart, but that wasn't even Amy's fault. Hannah was programmed to be agreeable and easy, and being too smart got in the way of those things. She was just smart enough to not seem really stupid, but while still appearing ditsy in a way that was appealing to men. Anything beyond that was corruption and her, and she was like weeds growing in tended gardens. She was heather on the moors, wild and defiant, and she nibbled her sandwich with tiny bites and tick-tock-whir sweetness.
"Shhhh. You can't tell anyone about my sandwich secret. If they didn't talk to me, then they'd be lonely because you don't listen to them." Her smile was bright and teasing, playful amid lines and lines of same-same-same tables and chairs. He laughed, and she liked the sound. Hannah always liked laughter. In her mind, it was a teensy-tiny step away from happy, and Hannah liked happy and how it looked on the faces of other people.
She picked up a ketchup packet, tore it, pressed the ketchup out onto the plate. She repeated and repeated and repeated and repeated, and then she dipped a fry into her pool of ketchup. "My day is really good. I made three bad coffee batches, and I ordered vials and petri dishes and two beakers. I filed lots of papers, and I did two transcriptions. How is your day?" She took a bite of her french fry, teeth right, right, right at the third crinkle line.