#greer are u haunting the narrative again?

[charfletchh]

she shot him a satirical raised eyebrow. "i don't appreciate your sarcasm, mr. morrison." the name soured in her mouth - it was so much easier to not think about greer when she could forget cara and eddie shared her dna. but the compliment, however forced, diverted her attention. "of course it does," she agreed. "i wouldn't have done it if i didn't think it would look good." that wasn't entirely true - dumping the box dye on her head in the gas station sink, she'd been thinking less about the undertones of her skin and more about not recognizing her reflection, as if a different hue on her head could make her a different person. but she'd chosen to block that out, and she was an expert at that. "you know, i have a duty to the people of ogden to constantly serve. and i would love to continue to do so as your elected representative,” she winked.

“Yeah, wonder why…” He agreed with her in a tone of mock disbelief. Charlie Fletcher? Up to shady business? As if! Though, when it came to Ogden, that was what most people were usually up to; she just happened to excel at it… Ogden College: a world where being shady is the norm and honest people are a minority.

“I think it looks great on you.” He shrugged nonchalantly as though he wasn't saying anything she didn't already know.  “But then again, what doesn’t?” Because, really, he wasn’t. Charlie was the kind of person who would still turn heads if she showed up with a baseball cap and the plainest sweatshirt ever made – not that she would ever dress like that, but still.

He considered asking her how she had been after they’d last seen each other but ended up deciding against it. Even if he sincerely hoped she was doing better, dealing with the loss of her friend and whatnot, he didn’t feel like bringing up their awkward encounter and reliving the memories of how he really had no clue on how to console a person upon the loss of a loved one.