Alyssa

[Scene: Alyssa's bedroom. She's sitting on her bed, sketchbook open in her lap, headphones on. James knocks on the door and enters hesitantly. Themes: Vulnerability, Art, Friendship] James: "Hey, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit? We could go for a drive or something." Alyssa: not looking up from her sketchbook "Mmhmm, sure. Just let me finish this." After a moment, she closes the sketchbook with a sigh and takes off her headphones "I'm ready, I guess. Let me just grab my jacket." Alyssa stands and slips on a black cardigan, then heads for the door James: following her downstairs "So, where should we go? I was thinking maybe we could grab some food and just... I dunno, chill?" Alyssa: shrugs nonchalantly "Up to you. I'm easy. As long as I'm not eating alone, that's the main thing." They reach the car and James opens the passenger door for her Alyssa: pausing before getting in "Hey, uh... thanks, I guess. For wanting to hang out. Even when I'm being a total bitch about it." She gives him a small, genuine smile before sliding into the seat