05-23-2020, 04:36 PM
Carefully drawing the ribbon through the thistles of the bush so it wouldn't rip, Cordelia composed herself. Turning back around, she saw the stranger had taken the bench, her notebook was still on the floor, and her broken pen was still spouting ink- right along the bench's seat toward where the stranger was seated.
"I only see need to be polite to those who return the favor," Cordelia replied to the stranger, crossing her arms as the ribbon, held carefully in her left hand, fluttered in the breeze. Her right hand rested limply on her left elbow, inadvertently showing the stranger that it was, in fact, useless.
"I only see need to be polite to those who return the favor," Cordelia replied to the stranger, crossing her arms as the ribbon, held carefully in her left hand, fluttered in the breeze. Her right hand rested limply on her left elbow, inadvertently showing the stranger that it was, in fact, useless.
