Cooking for...one. (OTA)
If anyone were to pass by Charlie's room on the first floor, they might notice the scent of things being cooked. Her door is partly open, mainly to keep an eye on anyone passing by. She had this weird idea that her luck was horrible and that one day either Rainbird or Hollister would show. And she'd even consider it terrible if her father showed up, too. It would have been a huge tease, honestly, what with her knowing full well that when she returned to the bus depot she'd been pulled from, she'd be an orphan again.
She was also watching for familiar faces. Giselle. Raven. Anyone she'd spoken to so far. Those familiar faces were welcome, for the most part. She still had her reservations but those would likely never go away.
One of the few ways to relax and feel like her life was somewhat normal was to cook and currently, she was standing at the kitchen counter, scraping the insides of a still steaming spaghetti squash into a bowl. There was a pasta sauce simmering on the stove and occasionally, Charlie'd add something to it. Norma had taught her how to cook and Charlie had worked in a few kitchens here and there, learning new skills and improving what she'd been taught.
This was her dinner. She made a lot and she was actually willing to share, despite her paranoia and general mistrust of new faces.
She was also watching for familiar faces. Giselle. Raven. Anyone she'd spoken to so far. Those familiar faces were welcome, for the most part. She still had her reservations but those would likely never go away.
One of the few ways to relax and feel like her life was somewhat normal was to cook and currently, she was standing at the kitchen counter, scraping the insides of a still steaming spaghetti squash into a bowl. There was a pasta sauce simmering on the stove and occasionally, Charlie'd add something to it. Norma had taught her how to cook and Charlie had worked in a few kitchens here and there, learning new skills and improving what she'd been taught.
This was her dinner. She made a lot and she was actually willing to share, despite her paranoia and general mistrust of new faces.