Bridget Vreeland (b_vreeland) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-08-13 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget vreeland, sam wallace |
Who: Bridget Vreeland and Sam Wallace.
When: About noonish.
Where: A cafe down the street from Bee's place of employment.
What: Talking, catching up a bit.
Warnings: None.
Bee sat down at a a table outside as she waited for Sam to arrive. Slouching down in the chair, she stretched her legs out and tugged on the bottom hem of her t-shirt. Her eyes scanned the stream of people for Sam from behind a pair of large sunglasses. She never really liked the big glasses trend, but she'd fallen in love with the pair she'd bought.
It'd been a few weeks since she'd arrived, and she'd started to finally get a little used to it. The small condo she lived in didn't seem so foreign and different to her. She'd adjusted to working the long hours her job at a department store required her to. The only thing missing was friends, but she figured that'd come soon enough. And getting to go back to her soccer camp in Baja whenever she got the chance made things a bit better too.