People continued to move past her, to file into place for their turn at the yogurt treats.  Caroline only allowed a frown to show her agitation that the line would become so long.  Her youthful years wanted the results now, but her short life had taught her patience.  Time would give her all that was needed if only she would wait for the moment to come.  So her eyes looked on the crowd with a vacant expression until a voice interrupted her absent musings.  Those brown eyes, soft and gentle despite the muscular stature, looked down on her.  Caroline had a friendly nature buried in her heart, but the events of recent times had hurt.<br/><br/>Her mouth made to open, but then came to close when another came forward.  The frown diminished to a faint smile as the pair of girls seemed at least comfortable enough to converse.  Nervous energy made her bag shift on her shoulder.  Muscles drew taunt so that more than her biceps bulged while they worked with the awkward weight of the bag.  Yet the stance also showed the slender stomach and formed hips of her body.  The skirt flowed nicely to keep such intimate things covered, but was short enough to also show the thickness of her legs.  Caroline had never been much for skirts, wearing them had never been a popular option at home.<br/><br/>“I..thank you.  Your hair is very pretty as well.  Do you..umm..dye your hair that color or..?”<br/><br/>The mid-western accent was thick, forming an almost drawl to her words.  Not so slow as from the South, but distinctly there to show her rural upbringing.  Her voice was deep, but not near enough to be considered mainly.  Instead the words rumbled forward as if to purr from between those full lips.<br/><br/>“You, were not interrupting.  I..she..was just telling me about the basketball team.  But I don’t think I would play very well.”<br/>