She had no idea what he expected from her. Honestly, what the hell was she supposed to do? The next morning she was up early, feeling the need to get out of the house and somewhere not confining. She took off for Central Park in a pair of black, cloth shorts and a slim fitting t-shirt. She'd go for a jog, hoping it'd clear her head some. Well, it didn't, or so she found out fast. The only thing it did do was prove to be annoying as she jogged her way past a few guys who decided that making cat calls at her was the thing to do. She came to a halt and turned on her heels, heading for them with a sickly sweet smile on her expression. They looked excited, or they did until she quite thoroughly gave them all a black eye and continued on her way. And come people had the audacity to ask her why she didn't like being around men? Assholes...
She kept at her jog for a while longer until she finally slowed, coming to a park bench with a sigh and taking a seat. She ran her hands through the dark wave of black that was her hair, using a hair tie around her wrist and putting it up into a pony tail.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
