Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-27396384-20170429191217

''"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Ophelia took one umbrella and handed the other to her friend, giving the host a nod of thanks. She walked outside the glass doors, halting under the shelter of a over-hanging ledge over the entrance/exit of the complex. She opened her umbrella, flinging it to cover her had. She took a moment to let Harvard do the same, breathing thin the air of the rain. Ophelia loved rain, and everyone who know her knew this about her. She loved the feel of it, the smell, even the temperature of the air when rain fell.''

''She hurried to her car, a small Subaru painted silver. She put the keys in the ignition, starting the engine. As she was back out of the parking lot, she spoke to Harvard, "Flower shop first or the jeweler?"''