Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44960231-20200131012816/@comment-44876747-20200202205933

Rachel swatted Chipotle away from her face.

"I'm not dying," she said wistfully, as if she would like to, "So yes, I'll be your walking partner."

She crawled out from under her seat, and grabbed her tote bag out, grabbing the charger and granola bar off the seat and making a mental promise to herself she wouldn't use them in front of Amara.