( standing behind maria, heather watched as the knife went on stabbing the counter until it finally seemed to get stuck. for now it seemed the situation was okay, but she did give a quick glance around to make sure nothing was flying to them.

it was then when maria spoke up and asked her about her father that she stopped smiling. she wasn't sure if it was okay to share too much details with a stranger, but she had told a few others about his untimely passing before her arrival. it also seemed she felt she could trust maria but she wasn't sure if she wanted to burden her with that.

so heather decided to keep things simple and to the point. )

I've been through worse, but I'm pretty much on my own here. There's another man from my world but uh...I don't really consider him a friend.