It wasn't a part of the city that Harveste had never been to, but it still took her a while to find a good spot in the park to wait for the friend she'd worked meticulously to plan with. Having gotten there early due to sheer luck considering the traffic, she waited until it was around time for @Angel Singer, as she knew her, to get out of classes. She still owed the girl a picture, if nothing else- and a simple greeting was usually not bad to do, even if phones had never been her go to in the past.
Jaluna
Hey there! I know you're probably just getting out of class now, but wanted to let you know I'm at the park like we talked about. Just so you know who you're meeting, here's a picture, as I told you I'd send it. -Jaluna Rolik/Harveste
It was a slightly old picture- maybe from a few months ago, if she even remembered. However, it was one of the only good pictures she really had of herself- and even if it wasn't exactly what she was wearing, it would likely make it easier to identify her anyway.
Having sent her message, she began to dig into leather messenger bag when she was carrying along with her that day. Her phone was locked quickly and shoved into an outer pocket, closed up and swiftly jostled to find the inner pockets. She began pulling out half her bag, feeling like one of those old ladies in television sitcoms that were meant to be comic relief.
"It really does amaze me all the crap I keep with me at a time... Ah, here it is." Finally, she was past the 'essentials' like travel pack of tissues, the hanky and the sanitary napkin she basically threw right back in the moment she saw. It took time, but she got to her writing stuff- including the story she'd made a copy of just for her new friend, which she pulled out and into her lap, before taking a notepad with it and a pen to take notes of what she saw while she waited. The remainder of her supplies were put right back into the bag in sequence.
Ready to play the waiting game, she began to doodle and jot down in hysterically horrible chicken scratch the things she saw or thought of. She held it carefully, one arm practically hiding the notepad from view of anyone that might look towards her. "I really, really need to work on my penmanship... Will I even be able to read these later?"