Issy's head on her shoulder is really nice; when she lifts it and speaks, Laurel looks down at her with furrowed brow.
"Um -- no." No is the truth. There was just dancing. She has no idea how to express her thoughts in words, so she just kind of gestures aimlessly with her hands, gold nail polish glinting in the light. "No. It's... It's fine, just like... Weird? A weird thing happened, except -- not actually weird weird. I think I'm just remembering it wrong? I just like -- you know. My imagination."
All of this comes tumbling out with no filter. "There was just this guy with ..." She pauses. "He asked me to dance and something about him wasn't, like..." Normal? Laurel sighs at herself. "You know. It's fine. It's okay."
Laurel & Isabelle
Issy's head on her shoulder is really nice; when she lifts it and speaks, Laurel looks down at her with furrowed brow.
"Um -- no." No is the truth. There was just dancing. She has no idea how to express her thoughts in words, so she just kind of gestures aimlessly with her hands, gold nail polish glinting in the light. "No. It's... It's fine, just like... Weird? A weird thing happened, except -- not actually weird weird. I think I'm just remembering it wrong? I just like -- you know. My imagination."
All of this comes tumbling out with no filter. "There was just this guy with ..." She pauses. "He asked me to dance and something about him wasn't, like..." Normal? Laurel sighs at herself. "You know. It's fine. It's okay."