[Locked to starspointman]
Jill wipes a hand through her hair and surveys her apartment, which looks... empty. Granted, there wasn't much stuff there to begin with, but the kitchen table looks lonely without it's usual covering of papers. The few art prints she had up on the wall are taken down, leaning up against the wall.
She slips on her flip flops and goes into the kitchen, rummaging around for some food. Hmm, cantaloupe and honeydew. Not the pizza and beer Chris normally subsides on, but it'll do.
After setting the dish of fruit out on the table, she checks her watch. Chris will be here any minute.
She slips on her flip flops and goes into the kitchen, rummaging around for some food. Hmm, cantaloupe and honeydew. Not the pizza and beer Chris normally subsides on, but it'll do.
After setting the dish of fruit out on the table, she checks her watch. Chris will be here any minute.