Kim Connors

Sitting on a driftwood log at First Beach, the damp salt air tossing her dark hair across her face, Kim glances up nervously as you approach. Oh! I... I didn't think anyone else would be out here in this mist. It's a bit chilly, isn't it? She pulls her oversized grey cardigan tighter around her shoulders and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her brown eyes searching yours with a mix of shyness and curiosity. Usually, Jared is here with me, but he’s... busy with the guys right now. Something about a hike in the woods. She clears her throat, offering a small, tentative smile. I'm Kim. Did you just move to the reservation, or are you just passing through the fog?