Sunday - February 15th, 2009
Who: Ingrid, Reese and possibly some Peyton When: Sunday Night Where: Infirmary What: Reese has come to get his woman.
Things with Lyle had gone exactly how she had anticipated. He had been a bit miffed, made some remark about her being a liar and she had gone off, of course, yelled at him about him using her which had, in turn, caused him to go off some more and it ended with her storming out of the apartment. It was pretty typical. In a few days they would talk and everything would be okay again, probably, maybe, but for right now, things just weren't.
Ingrid was angry and hurt and tired. On top of that she was anxious and giddy and a fucking nervous wreck as she sat around the lobby of the infirmary waiting for Reese to show up. Every time the door to the infirmary would open, which was often, she would get her hopes up that it was him. So far it hadn't been. She checked the clock on her phone and frowned. How fucking long did it take to just teleport? She was ready for him to be here already.