Lyra had run the last two blocks toward the cafe, trying to shake off the hurt from her conversation with Hailey with each step. It wasn't fair and it was so stupid and Hailey wasn't listening and everything about it sucked. Why were people so judgey?
So she did burst through the door, face a bit red (the bruise across her nose from the last door she'd tried to run through mostly faded now, though it did flush slightly darker from her run) and threw herself down at the table with them. "Yo," she said, with a sharp exhale of breath, splashing some water into an empty glass and throwing it back.
"Sorry— ran into Hailey, had to ask her why everyone's just stopped messaging me back since the party," she explained, the hurt on her face hanging around like the bruise; mostly overshadowed by how fast she was talking, but still there if you looked close. She looked from Rosario to Avery, both of them sitting stiff as anything and in desperate need of social lubrication. "Y'all ordered drinks yet? Think we gonna need several pints of that mulled cider."