xp_logs | Paige recieves flowers

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Paige hadn’t bothered to close her door today. In fact, she hadn’t bothered to close the door to her room, with the exception of when she was changing or sleeping of course, for most of the week now. It really didn’t seem worth it with her fellow students running in and out, preparing for the hurricane that seemed to have decided it didn’t like her current course. Paige had already finished up her rooms’ preparations; she’d helped with half of the other rooms and the kitchenettes as well. Right now she was relaxing with one of her many textbooks, glasses perched on her nose and pencil between her teeth, and had radio news station on in the background.

Her attention was divided as the young boy known as Artie entered the room, arms flailing. She lowered her book with a patient smile, tucking her pencil behind her ear.

“What can I do for you, dear?”

A bright picture appeared in the air of a young man in the mail delivery uniform holding a package. It faded to form another picture of just the package that read “Page Guthry” on it in the artist’s childish scrawl.

“A parcel for me downstairs, huh? Great work, Artie! Your pictures are getting really good.” She paused to lay her book on the bed, stand, and take Artie’s offered hand. “Lead the way.”

The little boy tugged and pulled her down to the front door where there was indeed a young delivery man waiting. He was shifting somewhat uncomfortably and looking around the foyer at the obvious expense that had been put into it as Paige approached, giving him a comforting smile.

“I’m sorry for the wait. I believe you have a package for me?”

The deliveryman’s gaze snapped over to her, eyes going slightly wide. She was certainly not what he had expected to appear from the depths of a snobby school like this. She was attractive, like many of the well bred were, but clothed in what appeared to be only a long, button up shirt until she shifted her weight to one foot to reveal a pair of shorts underneath. The only thing that read scholar was the pair of glasses that she was pushing up into her hair.

“Um…” he said nervously. “Paige Guthrie?”

“The one and only, chickpea,” the girl responded. “Now come on, do I have a package or not?”

“Oh! Yes! Well, no. Not really.”

“Now you’re just being difficult.”

She was laughing at him, but it was a warm laugh without any kind of cruelty. He couldn’t help but blush a little and thrust out the carefully wrapped delivery. “Flowers. Please sign here?”

Shifting the bundle under her arm carefully, Paige signed the form with her spare hand. “Thanks so much.”

“Have… have a nice day, miss,” he replied and fairly ran out of the building, back to his truck.

Shrugging, Paige took the flowers up to the kitchen to put them in water. She laid them on the island, untaping the card gently so it wouldn't tear.

Sorry if I upset you.

Forgive me?

Angelo

Inside was a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums, yellow being Paige’s favourite colour. She smiled.

OOC: Kate is a demon and making me write logs while I'm dying. Any mistakes are therefore hers. :) Oh, and also. I've been reading an obnoxious amount of GenX comics. This will explain Paige's current state of dress. Moo hah ha. Never again, no worries.

PS. Jono, come see her now. One time offer. :D