[The way he's staring at her is unsettling. She shrinks back a little, reaching down to anxiously tug at the ends of her denim shorts, as if she can make them longer somehow. She's no longer in her cheerleading uniform, it long since abandoned. She is, however, still in those same white sneakers. Chrissy's unable to let those out of her day to day wardrobe just yet.
Her neon pink tank top matches the obnoxiously neon scrunchie in her hair, and the plastic neon pink heart sunglasses that she currently has sitting on top of her head. It's obvious at really looking at her that she's at ease, familiar with these streets.
Or at least she was at ease until running into him.]
I was on my way to the park. [Which isn't really that important. The fact he's just out here in the middle of the street with an oar is important, however.]
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Her neon pink tank top matches the obnoxiously neon scrunchie in her hair, and the plastic neon pink heart sunglasses that she currently has sitting on top of her head. It's obvious at really looking at her that she's at ease, familiar with these streets.
Or at least she was at ease until running into him.]
I was on my way to the park. [Which isn't really that important. The fact he's just out here in the middle of the street with an oar is important, however.]
Where did you get that thing, anyway?