Rm 409, Monday afternoon
Her family was gone which truth to tell, she was glad for. They were never going to change and only confirmed to Amber that she did not want to see herself in another ten years being just like them. Content to live in a trailer park, drinking beer, and cutting hair. It was depressing to even think about. Not that she didn't love them. She just didn't want to turn out like them.
And lord she hoped Liir didn't hear radio last night. She was never usually intentionally vague; always saying what was on her mind whenever, over whatever, but she'd been evasive enough to not bring up where she was going when she left the island. And as far as she was concerned, that conversation didn't need to happen yet. Amber was good at putting off confrontation that could possibly lead to another, serperate conversation that she didn't want to have. Things were fine now, and she was dead set on them remaining fine.
If she stayed in her room all day long, so? She didn't have anything better to do anyway.
[Mainly establishy, but the door and post are open, sure.]