Darcy nodded as Natasha spoke. Really the intellectual type, wasn’t she? Darcy respected that. Curling up with a book did seem like a good idea though. It was also an adorable mental image of Natasha. “Theatre, huh? You don’t really seem like the rest of the theatre geeks.”…
Darcy tilted her head and sipped her now tepid coffee, she could see where Natasha was coming from, even if she never quite liked theatre herself. Yet, she never thought of it like Natasha seemed to, always had thought it was boring, not an intellectual exercise.
As for the escape part, she’d never had anything to escape. Besides being poor as shit, but no amount of acting could fix that.
“Looks like you found a different side of theatre than I did,” she sighed. “And you appreciate it too, for the lessons and for the distraction.”
“I’m glad you think so. It really is something I’d like to keep doing.” Giving her a real smile, Darcy crossed her arms on the table and placed her head upon them. “Maybe not, but I picked a major that I could have…. Options in.”