[table][row][color=#2e2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sup][h2][color=black]SARA ZHOU[/color][/h2][/sup] [sub][sub][center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/be353307590f1dbb65cf653cadb86ac1/840d5741fb03a76a-a6/s400x600/54ce5f222337506c646d5ce0c0ab4677422b1bf1.gif[/img] [/center][/sub][/sub] [sup][color=black][b]█ [sup] [/sup]act one: way down we go[/b][/color][/sup][indent][sup][color=a9a9a9] [color=black]▸[/color] p. johnson's[/color][/sup][/indent][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/970459343667494932/unknown.png[/img][/center][sub][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sub][/cell][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center] [indent][color=dcdcdc][sub][b][color=black]“Mm. Nah, <>”[/color][/b] Sara sat in the dark of her car across from P.J.’s, combing a hand through her hair. The other held a phone to her ear. She winced when it came out damp. Ugh, maybe she shouldn’t have squeezed that shower in after work. [b][color=black]“<> We’re meeting at a bar first then heading to the school so I’ll probably just grab something on the way. Or after.”[/color][/b] [b][color=black]“<>”[/color][/b] Sara sighed. [b][color=black]“The Jewish one, Ma. Yep, he—yep, now you remember. Yeah, Meir! He’s gonna be there too. It’s gonna be good.”[/color][/b] The voice on the other side of the world continued, asking a question that made Sara frown. [b][color=black]“<> …Freya?”[/color][/b] She paused longer than she liked. [b][color=black]“Well, Facebook said she’d be there. I dunno. I don’t really… eh, it doesn’t really matter. I’ll let you know if she shows up.”[/color][/b] She turned to stare out the window. A familiar looking man was entering the bar. [b][color=black]“<>”[/color][/b] Another hand-comb of her hair and Sara stepped out. The entrance to P.J.’s was certainly a familiar sight, one that brought a little comfort even. It wouldn’t have been the first place she’d have chosen for a high school reunion. Then again, if you’d asked her seven years ago, Sara wouldn’t have guessed Jack as the one who’d suggest a gathering either. Sara stopped in her tracks, neurons firing. P.J.’s, Jack, old classmates… She… wait, was she planning to come out? … [b][color=black]“…No, that’s dumb.”[/color][/b] Sara stated it solidly and banished the idea before she headed inside. There were already a few familiar faces at the bar, and she almost bounded right up to them. But as she scanned the establishment a little more, she saw the man who’d been outside. Ah, now she recognized him. Why was he slouching all alone in the corner like that? She could guess why, of course, but still, that wouldn’t do. If Jack wanted this to be a fun night for old acquaintances, then Sara would make sure that was the case. She went to the booth and propped herself against the opposite wall. [b][color=black]“Hey, Lucas.”[/color][/b] Yep, that was his name. She nodded her head in the bar’s direction. [b][color=black]“You been well? I just got here too – was about to head over there myself.”[/color][/b] [/sub][/color][/indent] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/cell][/row][/table]