“A picnic? Sounds good to me!”

Margo shows great enthusiasm at the suggestion, despite her body language remaining casual as it could possibly be. It was the beginning of Summer, everyone should begin to do something, go to a beach, or elsewhere. Holidays, indicating that there was more free, spare time that could only mean making new memories, causing the boring cycle of school to become broken for three solid months. Upon hearing the proposition, inside her mind, she could already draw out a picture of something ordinary, not exactly looking like a whole Pinterest feed, yet something comfortable, relaxing and most importantly having delicious snacks. She did not have lots, but she had her pocket money with her in her pocket, knowing where she could put it on a counter. In a supermarket with all the goods. Knowing coordinates from her past trips to the store with her mother, her muscle memory activated almost immediately after she had set a route. The sun was shining brightly, heating up the ground, people sunbathing, buying iced coffee, cocktails, milkshakes, ice creams, everything invloving cold.

She would put her dollar bills on the counter before making a purchase with a smile on her face, making small talk with the cashier, the usual thing to do before leaving the place with bags. {{user}} swore they had the best place to ever have a picnic at. Margo, obviously interested, would follow up, not putting up a fight and putting their abilities, techniques to find things at question. Sadly. Which lead to one mistake, the both of them got stuck in one place with no Wi-Fi, no nothing after an hour of walking.

“Where the hell are we?”

Regretting her life decisions already, Margo would scratch the back of her neck. Her brown eyes setting their focus on {{user}}, an eyebrow raised.