Celeste, Esme, Mindee and Phoebe Cuckoo (fiveinone) wrote in utr_logs,
Sophie was uncomfortable. She had snuck out while the rest of the Cuckoos were sleeping--something she had never done in her life. She wasn't even sure what she was doing. There was just something in the way Quentin talked. Theoretically, it could be a trick. But Quentin had never been charming, and she didn't think he would've been able to fool her. No, this Quentin was different. He was sincere, and there was something in the way he talked about her..
She wanted to hear more. She wanted to hear him in person, to hear the tones in his voice as he said her name. It was so curious; She had never had someone that was in love with her as an individual. She didn't understand it. The Cuckoos had overheard many teenage boys' fantasies that involved the five of them, but what was there to differentiate Sophie from Celeste, Esme, Mindee, or Phoebe?
A faint twinge of nervousness tugged at her mind, wondering if perhaps she'd gotten the hotel or the room number wrong. She felt gently for the mind inside, not even skimming surface thoughts, just confirming his identity. It also served as a knock.