[Amelia looks up at Booker from the kitchen table and glances back down at her work. A red ink pen is being twirled between her fingers, albeit unsteadily. She's almost done with her grading and on her last paper and the pen scratches quickly across the surface.
She's dressed lightly for a Saturday morning; just a simple blouse and some slightly rolled up jeans and her hair is tied back in a messy bun.]
You woke up earlier than I expected...
[Oh, right his question. Almost lost her train of thought there, but it's been a while since she had company.]
Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears. 1985.
[Without looking away, her other hand moves to press the button on her phone to lower the volume.]
no subject
[Amelia looks up at Booker from the kitchen table and glances back down at her work. A red ink pen is being twirled between her fingers, albeit unsteadily. She's almost done with her grading and on her last paper and the pen scratches quickly across the surface.
She's dressed lightly for a Saturday morning; just a simple blouse and some slightly rolled up jeans and her hair is tied back in a messy bun.]
You woke up earlier than I expected...
[Oh, right his question. Almost lost her train of thought there, but it's been a while since she had company.]
Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears. 1985.
[Without looking away, her other hand moves to press the button on her phone to lower the volume.]
Guess you weren't around when that came out then.