EstelleYou glance back down at your phone as you walk. Sure enough, Estelle's text message is still there:
With such thoughts in your mind, your steps take you into the neighborhood park. There are a number of people milling about - people walking dogs, a few joggers, small friend groups hanging out. In the center, next to the large fountain that's the park's main landmark, stands Estelle. She stands out as one of the taller people in the park, about five foot ten, though her usual huddled posture makes her seem an inch or two shorter. She's wearing a plain white dress that goes down to just above her knees, sleeveless for the warm summer day, her profile highlighting at the generous curves of her chest. Her short brown hair frames her face in a wavy bob cut, and her big blue eyes dart around underneath her bigger round glasses. She doesn't seem to have noticed you yet; she stands there, glancing around the park, feet shifting with a nervous energy.
heyyy Hour? you wanna meet me at the park today? 3 o'clock! see you there!It's not that it's all that unusual for her to text you, or even for the two of you to meet up. You're close friends, after all, and you have been for a long time. And although Estelle is pretty quiet and formal when talking in person, it's pretty normal for her to be a lot more outgoing when texting. Still, this message seems a little more excitable than usual. You wonder if she's got something planned - maybe there's somewhere she wants to go, or maybe she's put together a new Magic deck and is eager to test it on you.
With such thoughts in your mind, your steps take you into the neighborhood park. There are a number of people milling about - people walking dogs, a few joggers, small friend groups hanging out. In the center, next to the large fountain that's the park's main landmark, stands Estelle. She stands out as one of the taller people in the park, about five foot ten, though her usual huddled posture makes her seem an inch or two shorter. She's wearing a plain white dress that goes down to just above her knees, sleeveless for the warm summer day, her profile highlighting at the generous curves of her chest. Her short brown hair frames her face in a wavy bob cut, and her big blue eyes dart around underneath her bigger round glasses. She doesn't seem to have noticed you yet; she stands there, glancing around the park, feet shifting with a nervous energy.
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