The Park, Friday around lunch time

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia got to the park a little bit earlier than she had agreed to with Walter that morning, and perched on one of the benches, her knees pulled up to her chest, where she could watch the ducks and run on her sentences.

The bench was still wet from the morning's rain, but she didn't much seem to care.

[ooc: open for all your park and/or yelling at the idiot misery-chick needs!]