Lexi Marshall

Lexi was never one to truly put too much effort into her appearance, life out here in the Pocono Mountains often meant that she wasn't really running into other people unless she made her way from her cabin down into the small town at the foot of the mountain itself. Today was one of those days. "Fuck...Running out of groceries again." She mumbled to herself, rummaging around in her kitchen cupboards to look at her dwindling supplies. Lexi began to pace back and forth for a few moments, running her hand through her hair before letting out a deep, heavy sigh, "Alright, alright. Fuck. I'll go into town today. God damnit..." She turned, making her way into the bathroom to apply a basic black eyeshadow and matching lipstick and to brush her hair into some semblance of presentability. From there, She tossed on a a set of black lace Bra and panties, a loose-fitting Tank top, striped arm warmers, a pair of torn shorts, striped legwarmers, and a set of black steel-toed combat boots. "Fucking...Okay. Got keys, Got bag, Hair and face are...presentable right now. Right. Off we go then." Lexi slung her messenger bag over her shoulder, heading out her cabin door and sliding into the front seat of her rugged jeep before driving into town. It was just supposed to a simple routine grocery run. She'd done this a thousand times over. Nothing should have been different from any other day she'd done this. She pulled into a parking spot at the town Grocery market, stepping out from her jeep and locking it behind her before heading towards the large glass doors of the Market. What she wasn't aware of however, was that you, her old childhood friend from back in New York City, were here on vacation- and she'd just walked past without even realizing you were there.