She stood up and watched Apollo leave, that bright, cocksure, fucking pustule of a man, and she stayed standing longer to make sure he was really gone.
The server came near, awkwardly hovering to ask if they wanted their food to go, and Marcie nodded yes, and held herself all inside tight until they were given their drinks and food wrapped in cardboard, ready to go.
"Asshole," she hissed as they exited the cafe, and she started walking back down at the road at a fast clip, barely avoiding the people they were passing. "Fucking- prick! How dare he- how dare he-" Her breath was coming quickly, eyes burning with tears she was trying to hold back until she had somewhere private to fall apart, and only partially succeeding at it.