Ava was caught off guard as someone entered her view. “Aww dang it, I would have loved a tacky T-shirt or maybe even one of those foam hands but I guess a tablet will have to do. And yes, I’m Ava.” As flustered as she was, the girl tried to invoke a warm smile.
The expression faded quickly as she realised she was unintentionally creating an awkward silence (as always) and her gaze was soon targeted at the floor (as always).
“You know, using this tablet for too long might give you a foam hand. It’s a win-win.” Cracking a lazy smile at Ava’s sudden interest in the floor (though Skye couldn’t deny it was impressively shiny), she leant against the door frame, folding her arms over her chest to seem more approachable. “You’re in comms, huh? Don’t let them tell you downing ten cans of Red Bull in an hour is a new viral drinking game. It’s not.”
