In the crowd, she is jostled, finding it difficult to make her way forward from the door. Rather than struggle against the churn of bodies, she instead accepts this fate rather agreeably and sticks to the walls, using them to support herself as she inches toward another body leaning.
She greets him with a nod and a pleasant smile as she invites herself to join him, standing against the back wall with her arms crossed. Craning her neck she takes inventory of the faces she can make out, some familiar, most not.
She greets him with a nod and a pleasant smile as she invites herself to join him, standing against the back wall with her arms crossed. Craning her neck she takes inventory of the faces she can make out, some familiar, most not.
