As the next day began, Waverly hopped out of bed and changed her outfit, making her way out of the room to the entry. She grabbed her coat, which now hung proudly in the closet beside all of the other resident's outerwear and tossed on her runners.
While she was tying up the last lace, Sawyer walked out from the living room looking at the tablet in his hand. He caught Waverly's figure out of the corner of his eye, bent down fixing her shoes.
“Where are you headed?"
Waverly jolted up, startled at the sudden voice coming from in front of her. She threw a hand to her heart and saw Sawyer chuckling.
“Oh God," she mumbled. “Make some noise next time."
Sawyer coughed. “There."
Waverly stood up and grabbed her bag off the hook. “Gee, thanks."
“So, where are you going?"
Waverly slung
