Kara gets done with Hank’s session earlier than expected, and even after taking a little longer to get ready, she’s still out front and waiting by Cat’s car just before three. Kara knocks on the window and waves at the driver to let him know that she’s there, and gets a slight smile in response. There’s no indication that the doors have been opened, so Kara fiddles with her purse and tries not to look too awkward standing around.
She looks toward the grand building in watchful anticipation, but it isn’t Cat that she sees coming down the steps of the CatCo Center; it’s Siobhan. A stack of manuscripts gripped like a shield as always, she looks harried in a way she hadn’t during the rehearsal. Just when Kara is deciding whether to wave or not - it’s not like they’ve ever really spoken - Siobhan changes course and comes striding right over.
“Listen,” Siobhan sounds quite friendly, like she’s going to tell Kara some fun secret. “I was going to let you just make a fool of yourself, but some of us care too much about Cat’s reputation for that.”
This is Parker thinking maybe, just maybe, she may have found a place. This is a girl who can get into anywhere but fits in nowhere thinking there might be something here worth staying for. She doesn’t really know these people, doesn’t trust them yet, but she can’t shake the feeling that with these almost-strangers with all their jagged edges she may have found the one thing she always wanted but could never steal: a place to belong.
She doesn’t want to jinx it. She spent an entire childhood being told that she doesn’t fit in, that she’s too strange and destructive and damaged to belong anywhere. But they called her, they asked her to come, and when she did she found that there was already a space prepared for her, just waiting for her claim, waiting for her to mark it as hers. Waiting for any indication that she might stay.
So she buys a plant. She doesn’t really know what it does, but she does know what it means. It means I’m here, it means I’m staying, it means I want this place to be mine.
it’s weird being in your twenties and struggling with relationships. i feel like i’m just so far behind the learning curve because as a teenager i was kinda really awkward and funny looking and overweight and just spent all my time at home watching standup and reading up on the UN. now i just don’t know how to flirt or anything at all. i’m so used to being the funny friend? like i have to be best friends with the person before anything happens. i don’t know. i feel like everyone knows something i don’t and they learned it years ago :~)
I really love the look of fur wigs, but I’ve never been able to style
one right. I don’t understand how people make them swoop-y or spikey.
Mine always just look like puffballs - sometimes with an awkward part
line. I’ve even watched tutorials! Maybe my boys just aren’t destined
for fur wigs.