[ Hormones are hideous in young adulthood. Annie's not immune, but better used to ignoring them to concentrate on prioritzing her goals. Usually. Mostly. Draping her partially wrung out hoodie over one arm, she pulls down her shirt and considers Chad. He's physically active, and fit, given the whole swimming debacle they're both looking like semi-drowned rats after. The once over she gives him is prefunctory, tucking observations away for later. Her response is less perfunctory. ]
Annie Leonhart. As for that...
[ She twists to look out at the end of the pier where the birthday party still ambles on. Several kids were clinging to the rail, pointing out and waving their arms now. Ah. They'd noticed. ]
he'd be one of the founders
Annie Leonhart. As for that...
[ She twists to look out at the end of the pier where the birthday party still ambles on. Several kids were clinging to the rail, pointing out and waving their arms now. Ah. They'd noticed. ]
I was knocked over by thin air.