Room 322, Wednesday Morning
Didi had packed for the trip to New York (jeans, boots, tank tops, jackets, all in a color palette ranging from black to black -- really, did you expect anything different?) and sat on her bed by the zipped suitcase, waiting for Jaime to get back from his visit with his family.
There was a gaily-wrapped box sitting next to her. Jaime might have forgotten what he'd said the last time she'd asked about when he would wear a kilt -- which she did every so often, just to keep him on his toes -- but she hadn't. And the conditions he'd proposed were, while clearly meant sarcastically, entirely favorable in Didi's eyes.
She checked the wall clock and folded her hands in her lap, completely at peace with her thoughts for the moment.
[OOC: For the roommate, unless someone else needs to grab her before the trip.]
There was a gaily-wrapped box sitting next to her. Jaime might have forgotten what he'd said the last time she'd asked about when he would wear a kilt -- which she did every so often, just to keep him on his toes -- but she hadn't. And the conditions he'd proposed were, while clearly meant sarcastically, entirely favorable in Didi's eyes.
She checked the wall clock and folded her hands in her lap, completely at peace with her thoughts for the moment.
[OOC: For the roommate, unless someone else needs to grab her before the trip.]