UNY Dorm Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chasingangela]

It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final.

Of course, Virginia Woolf wouldn't do her much good if she didn't make it past freshman year, but Angela wasn't letting herself think that far ahead.

[OOC: For meeeeeee, but open to anybody who remembers her birthday.]

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[chasingangela]

"Not as good as the one when you came home," Angela said quietly. "But it's up there."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Would a gift put it over the top?" Marty asked with a sly grin.

[chasingangela]

Not really, but Angela didn't say that. "Depends on the gift," she sad instead, slyly pulling back.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty reached into his pocket and popped open a small jewelry box to reveal the gift.

"You like?"

[chasingangela]

Angela's eyes went bright with tears, and she fumbled to unfasten the earrings she was wearing and put the solitaires in immediately. "I love."

She wasn't just talking about the jewelry.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said moving in for a big hug. "Good."