[ on quite the opposite scale of what others normally catch sight of her in, she's dressed in none other than a cropped sweatshirt and pair of grey sweats, hugged neatly to a trim waist. it's almost ironic, how frigid the winter of riverdale had become while ashes from thorn hill still kissed the sky. despite the array of chanel garments waiting in the walk in closet, she doesn't include much.
essentials. a tooth brush, make up— maple red, of course —delicacies. she figures after twenty minutes passing she's given him enough time to be on his way back, grabbing her keys and waltzing easily from the loft with her own keycard, mother sound asleep in her own bedroom. ]
I should be there in about fifteen. That enough time?
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essentials. a tooth brush, make up— maple red, of course —delicacies. she figures after twenty minutes passing she's given him enough time to be on his way back, grabbing her keys and waltzing easily from the loft with her own keycard, mother sound asleep in her own bedroom. ]
I should be there in about fifteen. That enough time?