After breakfast, the leaders meeting had commenced. It wasn't anything spectacular, she thought, to be in charge of a group. There had been a nice long walk in the summer air. Ollie, Katsuya and Low rounded the lake, listening to the hum of insects in the steadily heating weather. She had pulled her hair away from her neck with a tie in a bun without much care. Otherwise, her plaid top stayed, her jeans were rolled up to mid-ankle to show off glow-in-the-dark pale legs and the hint of socks in black flats.
She kept her spectacle-wearing friend a breath away, occasionally, unintentionally bumping hips together while they walked. Katsuya on the other hand was not allowed as close. That was the advantage of being friends for three years, give or take a handful of weeks, days and time spent together. They only had the summer and then it was back to school. And then... college.
Her phone sent a secondary vibrate to remind her that she'd received texts a half an hour ago. Likely right after lunch when Stacey had time to reply. Unsurprisingly she took her time to reply, mulling over all of the options. Low only had so much energy, and she was
quite tired from that long drive. It was almost,
almost time for a nap. But she'd send them a quick text and sit on a bench, Ollie and Katsuya were welcome to join her – again, to remind the ever-growing camp group, the recovering addict wasn't much of a talker.
Honestly, even texting was a bit much:
To: Stacey H.
From: Low G
Mhm, it's nice that you're back too.
And a second to Stacey as well, since she liked to segment her responses to different things:
Ok.
To: Sebastian R.
From: Low G
I'm sitting with Ollie and Katsuya, I'm tired.
Again, she broke up the text:
I'm 100% set on napping soon.
And then she turned to the two gray team members, smiling, gently voicing her need for rest,
”I think it's time to sleep... Come for me near dinner time? And with that, the taller girl stood and shook her plaid top, airing it. Soon she'd been in an over-sized sleeping shirt and tucked under cool cabin covers. Then, Low left and reached the cabin, rubbing black makeup onto her hand again while wiping an eye. The young woman shrugged past the light door and pushed her things along the wall of her bed, not bothering to shove them off and crawled on, cradling a pillow. Nap time!
