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[OOC: Millitimed to last night.]
Chris walks into her room, slowly twirling the rose between her fingers and carrying a glass of water.
After cutting the stem she places the rose in the glass and both go on her night stand.
She gently touches the petals and muses on where the rose came from.
It wasn't her father, he had never given her or Caiti single roses. Always bouquets and always yellow or pink. The only other people she spoke to really were his friends from work and none of them would give her a rose.
Thank God.
Maybe Jasin?
But that didn't fit. He didn't really seem the type to do something like this, somehow. And she had never gotten that he was interested in her.
It couldn't be that Sarah woman, could it?
No, Chris decided with a slight shake of her head. Something like this is a little too coy and cutesy.
She looks at the card again. The handwriting is unrecognizable and she can't figure out who would address her as "Miss Christine Chappelle". Anyone who knew who her well would have addressed it to "Chris Chappelle," or just "Chris".
With a sigh, she lies down on the bed.
White roses are given for funerals, aren't they?
But the rose wasn't exactly white and she can't imagine who would give her a sympathy rose now. Unless it was "Shoreh".
She was still angry with herself for that woman manipulate the conversation both times. She hadn't found out anything and Shoreh still knew way more about her than she did about her.
Chris made a mental note to talk to her father about what Gilette supposedly said when they had dinner next.
Chris walks into her room, slowly twirling the rose between her fingers and carrying a glass of water.
After cutting the stem she places the rose in the glass and both go on her night stand.
She gently touches the petals and muses on where the rose came from.
It wasn't her father, he had never given her or Caiti single roses. Always bouquets and always yellow or pink. The only other people she spoke to really were his friends from work and none of them would give her a rose.
Thank God.
Maybe Jasin?
But that didn't fit. He didn't really seem the type to do something like this, somehow. And she had never gotten that he was interested in her.
It couldn't be that Sarah woman, could it?
No, Chris decided with a slight shake of her head. Something like this is a little too coy and cutesy.
She looks at the card again. The handwriting is unrecognizable and she can't figure out who would address her as "Miss Christine Chappelle". Anyone who knew who her well would have addressed it to "Chris Chappelle," or just "Chris".
With a sigh, she lies down on the bed.
White roses are given for funerals, aren't they?
But the rose wasn't exactly white and she can't imagine who would give her a sympathy rose now. Unless it was "Shoreh".
She was still angry with herself for that woman manipulate the conversation both times. She hadn't found out anything and Shoreh still knew way more about her than she did about her.
Chris made a mental note to talk to her father about what Gilette supposedly said when they had dinner next.
