notawendigo:

            Here’s your classic lost monster. She’s sure she’s still on the west coast, even if this isn’t California. She’d consider it Santa Cruz for a moment, but then again, she did see a sign labelled Forks some ways back. But leave it to her to wander into a town that seems like it has its fair share of secrets.

    “—— …”

            Then she realizes that there’s someone talking to her, something about laundry and sisters, and then there’s that case of mistaken identity. She manages a sheepish smile and rubs her cheek.

    “Reservation—? Oh. I’m sorry — I didn’t know.”

                                                         <sub>❝It—–…It’s okay.❞
                                ❝ …I mean. At least you weren’t trying to … ❞

❝ This is pretty far out, though. People’s houses don’t start for at least a quarter of a mile down the road. I think you’re okay. ❞
            ❝ Pretty sure it would’ve been a completely different story–though. ❞

                               ❝ ——If Sam, or if Jake found you out here ! ❞
                            ❝ …But I think it’ll be okay as long as you don’t– ❞

                                                           ❝ You know. ❞
                                                        ❝ Stick around. ❞

                                                     ❝ —–For too long. ❞</sub>

       _{It had become more and more of a frequent occurrence for Seth: running into strangers, establishing an acquaintanceship with people that he would have otherwise dismissed as unimportant and not exactly relevant to his life, and where he stood. But he didn’t mind the strangers, or their role – how they reaced to his willingness to engage in conversation.
                                                       He liked new people.} 

                          _{❝ …So what’s your name ? Are you from Forks – ? ❞}