<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/af/91/bdaf9141835a54694551382cd809ee00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kacie Rendro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846258#msg13846258)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Stupid-tight button fly jeans; (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/4c/a3/a64ca31389caafcd099b1b572ef6ba29.jpg) cutout crop top. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7d/25/0e/7d250e42b1cdfdc5eb274c382cd7b12a.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the hall of her hotel floor, waiting for the elevator.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>OK, probably peeking out into the hall before she left her room was silly. Even now, though, Kacie felt...self-conscious about being dressed as she was, in front of people who knew her back when. 'Knew' her was kind of an overstatement, really; back in the day, people could have literally tripped over her without being able to put a name to her.<br/><br/>And she looked great. Healthy, happy, and hot- three 'h' words she never would have thought, ten years ago, anyone would apply to her, not even herself. Felt great, was<em>doing</em>great. It was just a last shred of the old programmed-in Kacie, the mouse, afraid of her feelings and her body and her friends...pretty much everything, really. She'd bet no one, except Autumn, would ever connect now-Kacie with back-then-Kacie. She could hardly believe it herself.<br/><br/>All rationality aside, she still hovered her finger over the call button for the elevator.  If she didn't get it in gear, she was going to be late. Only by a few minutes, but for some reason she couldn't really express, it was very important that she go the whole distance, from the awkward opening "Oh, hi, I remember you"s<em> (or don'ts)</em>to the hangovers and equally-awkward farewells when the weekend was over.  Plus, she looked kind of dumb, parked in front of the smooth metal doors.<br/><em><br/>You can do this.  Look how far you've come!  Besides- this is about <strong>you</strong>, not <strong>them</strong>.</em><br/><br/>A well-manicured finger pressed firmly. The light lit, a mellow almost Asian-sounding chime dinged, and the machinery of the car began to<em>whirr.</em><br/><br/>Just a few minutes, now. And she'd be back there. But never back<strong>then</strong>. Those days were gone. That Kacie was gone.<br/><br/>So why did she have butterflies?