[h3][color=3C9699]Lucy Miller[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969
0731 HRs

[color=3C9699]"Yeah, summer is never as exciting as it's supposed to be."[/color] She put both of her chair legs back on the ground when she was content that all of the people she had been watching left. [color=3C9699]"We'll probably have something together, what with required classes and all."[/color]

She fiddled with the pendent around her neck as she considered what she had just witnesses. Not too unusual, probably, but definitely something to make note of. She'd have to remember to write it down sometime before class while the details were still fresh in her mind. If it ended up leading to something bigger, she'd have the information, an inside scoop for whatever story could come of it. This was a habit of hers that she had picked up after beginning her path as a journalist; she wrote down whatever might be significant later on. Her notes had come in handy more than once while writing an article.

She looked up as Prescott offered the pack of gum, finally getting knocked out of her head for real. [color=3C9699]"Sure, thanks."[/color] She slid a piece out of the pack.