Of course she was in the wrong place. When had that ever changed? Rolling her eyes, Joanie dragged her fingers back through her hair, scalp whining at the force she used. "Right," she said, taking a step backwards. "My bad." Her voice was anything but apologetic, mixed with just the right amount of dismissal and disdain. It was the kind of voice that the Witch would have used, and at any other time the notion might have disturbed her. Instead, she focused on going to get her coffee.
Just as she was about to go find the "friendly employee" - since when did friendly people work in coffee shops? - Joanie heard something that stopped her dead in her tracks. Her name. Nobody knew her name. She was a nobody, a background extra that never made it into the credits. Instantly, she clenched. Who the hell would know her?
She turned, expression defensive and almost fearful as a hand shot to her hip where she had been keeping a hunting knife ever since the Russia trip. The rational part of her brain knew that she couldn't just pull a knife in the middle of a Starbucks, but the irrational part was happy just to feel its shape through the denim of her jeans. It made her feel safer just knowing it was there.
When her gaze locked on the blonde woman, however, all fear melted quickly into anger. "Gabby?" she hissed, eyes wide and full of disbelief. Suddenly, she was in college again. And she didn't like it. For a second, she couldn't even talk. Her mouth was open, but words weren't coming out. After a few moments of struggling, she managed a sentence. "It's been a while," she said finally, taking a step back.