Who: Flora/Jenny and OPEN What: Typical day at the office. Where: Central Park, by the lake. When: Friday afternoon. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete/Open
Flora was kneeling by the edge of the lake, combing through the collection of plants that were gathered in the shallows. She was humming under her breath as she worked, a catchy chart song that she'd heard on the radio when she'd been eating breakfast this morning. She quite liked those songs. They always seemed like good fun. The kind of music you could dance to. Pushing her sheet of red hair back over her shoulder, the woman shifted a little closer to the bank to pull a few stray weeds from amongst the water lilies, who still had their buds tightly closed against the spring weather.
Settling back on her heels, Flora let the song die in her throat and tilted her head as she examined her work. Seemingly satisfied, she bounced to her feet and turned away from the lake towards the path, wiping her damp hands down on her grass-stained jeans and unform flease as she did so. Glancing up, that was when she happened to notice the person coming in another direction. Of course a lot of people wandered through the park on sunny afternoons, even when there was a nip in the air like today. But this section was rather out of the way, and it was an odd time for it as well - people tended to be at work for a few more hours, leaving the park a bit emptier than it would have been otherwise. So Flora flashed a smile and called out to the walker. After all, maybe they were lost.