Though the strong could be my company, you're the one I choose... [Locked]

[ohperilousplace]

Zoe's sitting at a table in the food court in the mall, with her journal flipped open in front of her, doodling absently on a locked page. She's also got her bookbag with her, and that's got her homework in it, but... she's got other things to do right now. As soon as her friends show up. Or find her. Either one.

Every now and then she glances up, trying to spot Maria or Elizabeth, or glances to her journal to see if they've left her a message for her there. She's sure they'll show up, she's just bouncy and impatient, kicking her feet idly under the table.