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[stayastranger]

Just because Sarah was capable of enduring the heat didn't mean she wanted to, and so she found herself in the Compound one afternoon. The bookshelf didn't have anything to offer her yet again, just a lot of biographies and what she could only suppose were spy novels, if the previous assortments were anything to judge by. The jukebox had played a

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[the_support]

Besides one minor, somewhat interesting visit from Ned and Chuck, it'd been a fairly uneventful shift. She had to admit, though, being where she was was endlessly preferable to being back at her hut. She'd been reading a book and keeping an eye on things when she noticed someone finally coming in. Her smile brightened a little as she put the book aside.

"Something like it," she replied. While Sarah and Chuck had broken up, she still did consider her a friend. It made sense that people from the same place ought to stick together. "Though mostly I'm just glad to be out of the heat right now. What are you up to?"

[stayastranger]

"Staying out of the heat," Sarah said with a nod, then laughed a little. "And the bookshelf wasn't being cooperative. Although it looks like you had some success."

Though it was necessary to remember at all times that what she'd had with Chuck had never been anything more than a story they'd told, there were areas of Sarah's life not wholly governed by the cover. She knew Ellie only because of it, but her affection for Ellie was genuine. There'd been nothing she could do when it came to Chuck, but she'd hoped that, if nothing else, ending their relationship wouldn't affect her friendship with Ellie.

[the_support]

"I grab things when I see them. You should come over one day, look at what I have. All of the books I've taken out I've really enjoyed," she explained. She had so much more time to do things like read since she'd been on the island.

Pausing, she motioned to one of the free chairs in the area. "Would you like to sit?"

[stayastranger]

"Oh, thanks." Pushing the chair a bit closer, Sarah sat, smiling. "I'd like that. I have all this free time and nothing to do with it." She found plenty of ways to occupy herself, but there was some time that was simply hers, when something to read wouldn't go amiss. She would have to go over some time when Chuck wasn't in. Friends or asset and handler, whatever they were, it struck her as strange, the idea of being in his house now. "All I get from it are those awful romance novels."