[h3][color=Sienna]Chloe “Clo” Wright[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]Homer Park Airport  ||  Monday, May 14th  ||  Morning[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
Clo kept a brisk pace as she entered the airport lobby, stopping under the airport’s enthusiastic welcome sign that Elizabeth—Liz, as Clo liked to refer to her—had mentioned to her during their call yesterday. It’d been a good month or so since she’d flown anywhere, and for Clo, that was a rarity. Keeping herself busy with travel was part of her job, since few people liked to read about a stagnant lifestyle, no matter how relatable it may be. This trip, though made for personal purposes, would also be integrated into her blog, just like everything else in her life. Sure the writing might require some dramatizing and her photos a little sprucing up, but overall Clo liked to keep true to the facts—so long as they fit the image she was presenting, that is.

Liz, the woman she was here to meet, was someone she’d met online after Liz reached out to her through her blog. Some friendly messaging later, Clo discovered a sharp personality and bright mind that she could count on bouncing ideas off of, and the two started chatting, then calling, on a regular basis. Of course, Clo was adamant about meeting Liz. Being a big people person, Clo believed that no interaction was as good as a face-to-face one, and since Clo was the freer of the two—blogging and freelancing rather than holding down a locational job—she volunteered to fly into the little town of Homer Park.

If Clo were being honest, she was much less than thrilled to learn that her intriguing friend lived somewhere as unglamorous as “Homer Park.” Having lived in dreary Portland for a good few years now, Clo had thought her own life uninteresting, yet here she was, volunteering to surround herself with nothingness. Were it not for Liz, Clo would have turned her nose up at the mention of small towns. Other than the occasional drive-through to snap some “returning to Earth” pictures and draft a homely and humble blog post, she’d never looked back after she’d left her home town, and she’d been glad she hadn’t.

[color=Sienna]“Liz!”[/color] Clo shouted, grinning and waving when she spotted the familiar face that she’d only ever seen through digital resolutions. [color=Sienna]“Clo, in the flesh!”[/color]

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