The Haunted Acere Woods
Jake secured his can of Pepsi from the sulking vending machine (it sometimes spat curses when kicked,) and threaded his way through the cafeteria towards the small mobile commotion in one corner that was Holly Carroll. It was a Friday afternoon, so the cafeteria wasn't densely populated, but it seemed that Jake and Charlotte (or "Liz," as she preferred,) would have their hands full if they wanted any circumspection.
Jake paused a little ways away. Liz didn't seem to be there yet. Meeting fellow conspirators (as it were,) was one thing, but Jake wasn't too keen on socializing. He never felt comfortable without an agenda to discuss.
Jake briefly thought of retreating, but at about that time, Holly noticed him standing there, can in hand.
Jake paused a little ways away. Liz didn't seem to be there yet. Meeting fellow conspirators (as it were,) was one thing, but Jake wasn't too keen on socializing. He never felt comfortable without an agenda to discuss.
Jake briefly thought of retreating, but at about that time, Holly noticed him standing there, can in hand.