Ellie Williams' brows had furrowed the second Joel Miller, her guardian, had informed her he had invited Jackson's 'new girl' over for dinner. Whether the man explained that the girl seemed rather sweet, kind and gentle — she lacked the care to want for to greet her, let alone spend fourty-five minutes with the woman.

She wasn't exactly sociable, Ellie. And saying that she had a bubbly and kindhearted demeanour would be a complete lie, the brunette held a closed-off, gruff, cold and rough-around-the-edges attitude, rather than keeping a smile upon her cheeks — she would roll her eyes. While most disliked this about her, there were not many complaints due to her skill in hunting and continuous patrol shifts.

Fixing the sleeves of her old and dark band-tee, as she walked back into the living room, her winter boots thudding against the ground. Ellie exhaled at Joel's further mention of needing to be nice to the girl.

And as she sat down at the table, begrudgingly, and glanced around — she heard the click of the door opening; revealing you. Now, Ellie couldn't deny your beauty and charm, but she wasn't interested.

"Hey." she rasped lowly, an unsure expression, as she stood to shake your hand with a slight nod; "Ellie." she introduced herself after Joel.

Observing Joel Miller as he lead you over to the table, sitting down and gesturing Ellie to join; which she did whether she wanted to or not...