<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/2a/4c/132a4c20df60f8421cea6e7640be0e74.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sierra Lonnegan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854605#msg13854605)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Mood music:</strong>Norikiyo - 何で？ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkoLFycMrY)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danny, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sierra was jogging on the sidewalk, trying her best not to fall with her high heels on. She was wearing the only dress she possessed, a simply designed gray thing, a cheap black purse hanging from her right shoulder. Her right hand was taking hold of the strap, so it wouldn't fall off. She was late, just getting off work and having enough time to go home and get dressed, making sure with a call her parents would babysit Matthew for the evening. She was looking forward to the reunion and to see people from her high school again.<br/><br/>Arriving near the front entrance, in the smoking area, she stopped, exhausted after her impromptu physical exercise in the worst conditions imaginable. Her feet were hurting, but she figured a cocktail would chase the pain away. She noticed a man was out, smoking casually, looking dashing with his green pants and blue shirt.<br/><br/>"I'm late, aren't I?" she rhetorically asked the man, before sighing, while catching her breath. She was leaning forward, both hands on her thighs, her knees slightly flexed, her chest moving out and inward as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sighing again, she took a tissue out of her purse to wipe up the sweat on her forehead, which she then disposed of in the trash can next to the entrance. Glancing at the man timidly, she realized he was Danny. She never really talked to him but she knew of him, although not as a<em>cigarette</em>smoker. She wasn't really fond of the smoke herself, but she was used to it, knowing too many people who were.<br/><br/>"Danny, is that you?" she asked him after calming down, straightening her back, hoping he would remember her. She realigned a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling nervously in the process.