Cloudy skies and winter air was the color of choice for the early Friday afternoon. The noise outside rose and waned as students came home from classes and the city began its transition from daylife to nightlife. Most of her roommates had come and gone and she had the express rarity of being home alone. It wasn't her favorite scenario to be in but she always did her best work when in these conditions. Many of her new classes had chosen to be heavy-handed in the workload they supplied their students and so most of her morning had been spent dwindling down the stack of work that threatened her possibility of a free weekend.
Legs crossed on the living room couch she typed furiously against her laptop keyboard. Each flurry of key presses added an ingredient she would need to make Chankonabe an Asian dish that'd piqued her interest. While she would never admit it to her mother, Isabella had grown enamored with cooking. It wasn't the warm feeling of happiness others got for making other people food that fueled her but instead the express correlation it had on her as a student. The ability to create a finished product from nothing, the focus required to perfect it, and the potential occurrence of improvisation kept her on her toes and it was this thrill that she had come to enjoy in her cooking class most.
Closing her laptop she let out a tired breath which rushed out of her mouth and filled the air around her with smoke. Deciding to fill the silence of the room she began to doodle on the corner of her notes. Earlier it had been a witch flying on a broom, now it was a wizard creating stars in the sky...Even she deserved a break.
@Zora
Legs crossed on the living room couch she typed furiously against her laptop keyboard. Each flurry of key presses added an ingredient she would need to make Chankonabe an Asian dish that'd piqued her interest. While she would never admit it to her mother, Isabella had grown enamored with cooking. It wasn't the warm feeling of happiness others got for making other people food that fueled her but instead the express correlation it had on her as a student. The ability to create a finished product from nothing, the focus required to perfect it, and the potential occurrence of improvisation kept her on her toes and it was this thrill that she had come to enjoy in her cooking class most.
Closing her laptop she let out a tired breath which rushed out of her mouth and filled the air around her with smoke. Deciding to fill the silence of the room she began to doodle on the corner of her notes. Earlier it had been a witch flying on a broom, now it was a wizard creating stars in the sky...Even she deserved a break.
@Zora
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