Everything feels like a whirlwind. People are everywhere, carrying with them a slew of anxieties and hopes as they get their welcome packets and scatter to find their housing assignments. There's something called okCuddle, which, okay, Felicity knows what she signed up for, but she just can't bring herself to make a profile just yet.
Maybe when she's by herself and can just take a moment to really figure out what she wants to say, she'll do it. But what exactly should you say in an app meant to promote this kind of "relationship energy" anyways? She can't tell if she should giggle nervously or appreciate the fact that it's so direct. Who names an app OkCuddle?
ANYWAYS, she thinks, as she glances up for a few seconds from her phone. Only two more people before she gets her packet.
She doesn't notice Derek though, even though he's right behind her, because in a sea of people, Felicity has a tendency to be glued to her phone. That's especially true today, given that the first thing she does when being introduced to a new wifi network is to see if she can hack her way inside it, under it, around it. You know, the works.
Call it her own self-orientation.
That very same focus on her semi-illegal work however, is the reason why after being handed her welcome packet, she smiles, thanks the man, tucks it beneath her arm, and keeps typing again. She's almost got it, and as she turns, she's relying way too much on her peripheral vision to make sure she doesn't run into someone. But it isn't until she finally hacks into the orientation wifi that she enthusiastically half-whispers and half-screams a "YUS" and shoots her right arm up in victory, her hand clutched into a fist.
The lucky thing for Felicity is that she doesn't punch anyone in the face. But dear god she's close. Because she can feel someone breathing on her fingers nearly immediately, and that triumphant look in her eyes immediately morphs to mild terror as she lifts her head up to see the person she'd nearly hit. The extreme apologetic look across her face is hard to miss, and her hand immediately shrinks back towards her body.
"Oh my god. I'm so-" Dark hair. Brown eyes. A jawline that's really quite difficult to stop looking at. "-sorry." Her eyes finally lift to his though. "Really, really ... really sorry."
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Maybe when she's by herself and can just take a moment to really figure out what she wants to say, she'll do it. But what exactly should you say in an app meant to promote this kind of "relationship energy" anyways? She can't tell if she should giggle nervously or appreciate the fact that it's so direct. Who names an app OkCuddle?
ANYWAYS, she thinks, as she glances up for a few seconds from her phone. Only two more people before she gets her packet.
She doesn't notice Derek though, even though he's right behind her, because in a sea of people, Felicity has a tendency to be glued to her phone. That's especially true today, given that the first thing she does when being introduced to a new wifi network is to see if she can hack her way inside it, under it, around it. You know, the works.
Call it her own self-orientation.
That very same focus on her semi-illegal work however, is the reason why after being handed her welcome packet, she smiles, thanks the man, tucks it beneath her arm, and keeps typing again. She's almost got it, and as she turns, she's relying way too much on her peripheral vision to make sure she doesn't run into someone. But it isn't until she finally hacks into the orientation wifi that she enthusiastically half-whispers and half-screams a "YUS" and shoots her right arm up in victory, her hand clutched into a fist.
The lucky thing for Felicity is that she doesn't punch anyone in the face. But dear god she's close. Because she can feel someone breathing on her fingers nearly immediately, and that triumphant look in her eyes immediately morphs to mild terror as she lifts her head up to see the person she'd nearly hit. The extreme apologetic look across her face is hard to miss, and her hand immediately shrinks back towards her body.
"Oh my god. I'm so-" Dark hair. Brown eyes. A jawline that's really quite difficult to stop looking at. "-sorry." Her eyes finally lift to his though. "Really, really ... really sorry."