Message #148032

[Trine Larsen]

The walk to the elevator, the ride down, and the walk from the downstairs lobby to the cafeteria had all been a blur. She couldn’t read half of the signs at first glance because she’d spent the almost the entirety of the walk with tears silently rolling down her face. They dropped to the sterile tile below like liquid atom bombs.

The smell of the cafeteria snapped her out of it for a moment. The task at hand pushing to the forefront of everything as she scanned through the line of trays and hot plates. There was a small nook for the grill and that seemed more appealing than something that say in a tray of water over an over glorified lighter for an indiscriminate amount of hours.

She wasn’t sure what Kid would have liked, but back in Vegas he’d opted for a hamburger and fries- so that was a safe bet as far as she was concerned. Then a Grill Cheese sandwich- she had no problem waiting either. This way he had some kind of choice. She pulled a mountain dew from the small, glass front, mini fridge just before the cash register and a bottled water.

Then- almost quite literally, a bag full of cookies. The woman at the register raised and eyebrow, but Trine wasn’t up to making a joke. So, she just shrugged and paid.

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The door in front of her felt so ominous.

Blue eyes stared down at the slick metal of the doorknob, then to the thin window that ran along the left side of the door. The blinds had been drawn and she couldn’t see inside. She shifted the bags in her arms to try and knock, but it was hopeless. She frowned, readjusted, and knocked the front of her flip-flop against the door.

She took a deep breath and tilted her head to rub her eyes against the curves of her shoulders.

”It’s Trine. I think...I might have gotten too much.” she laughed breathlessly, stepping back from the door.