Room 223, Sunday Evening

Natalie had gone straight to rehearsal after coming back from her weekend trip to Montreal. In an unsurprising turn of events, she had also come straight back to the dorms after the rehearsal ended. It probably wasn't surprising, either, that she was contemplating walking down the hall to maybe see Sam in a bit.

What was surprising, though, was that upon coming to her room, she kicked off the comfy sneakers she'd worn on her way home, and produced a pair of heels from her bag, which she then put on her feet. She'd borrowed them from her mom, who'd been rightfully surprised.

Natalie didn't find it that odd, really. The whole point of this exercise was to practice walking in heels so she wouldn't make a fool of herself when she had to wear them on stage for an entire play. So, a good few inches taller than usual, she went about unpacking her things.

[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, I am clinging to the internets.]