“You know what is the best thing about bad days?” a voice inquired from behind her on the street. “They all get to end. Tomorrow is a whole new day.”
Elaine Belloc smiled warmly, speeding her pace to catch up with Lois. She had felt like talking to someone today. Her post in the Network caught her attention. It was easier to start a conversation when they didn’t realize you know them without their consent; when the omniscience became more a barrier than a good tool to talk to people.
She looked pretty harmless, hands stuffed in her pocket jeans, keeping up with a casual stride.