[ It's been years since she saw Bradbury. But it's hard to forget certain faces, and events since then may have been horrific but the arena - she thinks that will stay in her memory forever. There are things you don't forget, and people who shared that tend to be pretty clear in your memory, especially when it's as good as hers is.
So when she sees him while she's walking to the grocery store her stride hesitates, awkward and ungainly for a moment as she processes it and double checks, makes sure that she's not imagining it. But no, it's him, and she doesn't let herself miss people it, she can't afford it, but with him here it's harder to ignore that she has missed him. She has no idea if he'll still recognize her - the pink hair is gone, a dead giveaway she couldn't afford to keep, and a decade has taken her from young and bright and idealistic to almost thirty and scarred and tired.
Regardless, she makes her decision in almost a split moment, a public image smile splitting across her face as she heads towards him with purpose. ] I didn't know you were back in town. How are you? [ A level to her voice carefully calculated to neither draw too much attention by loudness or by being too quiet and secretive. Just another pair of friends running into each other by accident on a cold winter morning. ]
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So when she sees him while she's walking to the grocery store her stride hesitates, awkward and ungainly for a moment as she processes it and double checks, makes sure that she's not imagining it. But no, it's him, and she doesn't let herself miss people it, she can't afford it, but with him here it's harder to ignore that she has missed him. She has no idea if he'll still recognize her - the pink hair is gone, a dead giveaway she couldn't afford to keep, and a decade has taken her from young and bright and idealistic to almost thirty and scarred and tired.
Regardless, she makes her decision in almost a split moment, a public image smile splitting across her face as she heads towards him with purpose. ] I didn't know you were back in town. How are you? [ A level to her voice carefully calculated to neither draw too much attention by loudness or by being too quiet and secretive. Just another pair of friends running into each other by accident on a cold winter morning. ]