Ashley, myself and my friend Margo were all having lunch together in the commons. Margo, however, wasn't eating, as usual. It was still raining.
"You're not eating?" Ashley asked Margo, although the answer was quite obvious.
Margo shook her head; "no. I rarely ever do."
"Oh."
"So where are you from?" I asked Ashley.
"Originally New York but I was born in Louisiana and then moved here."
"Oh. What part?"
"Brooklyn. And New Orleans."
"Oh. I'm from California."
"Oh."
"And I'm from here," Margo said.
"Oh."
A flash of lightning lit up the dim gray outside. Ashley jumped. We looked at her. She was wide eyed.
"Sorry," she apologized; "I, really don't like thunderstorms. It's, this thing I have. About noise. And..."
"It's ok," I said.
"I really need to be home right now or no, wait, somewhere that's not my house but well……..oh god."
"Do you wanna go to my house?" Margo asked.
"You're sure your parents wont mind?"
"They won't be home."
"Oh ok yeah sure."