It had been a weird few days, if Celia was being honest. She'd gotten a kitten, gone on a date, and then to top it all off spent her weekend concerned out of her mind about Oliver. He's not wanted her to go over, just wanted to do dinner later in the week, which was fine but it didn't help Celia feel any better about things. Yelling at Charlie had felt nice at the time but she wasn't sure it had helped. Well, it had helped her make sure he knew what she thought about him and his nonsense, that was for sure.
But all that had taken a toll, and she had decided to take Monday off from her apprenticeship, since she woke up feeling like she hadn't slept at all. A short mornings nap later and she felt good enough to go out to find food, since her stomach was grumbling like she hadn't eaten in days. Then again, she couldn't remember the last thing she had.
Bundled in a warm coat, she buried her nose down into the scarf around her neck as she walked down the street, her eyes on the cobblestones right up until the moment she literally bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she started, her hand reaching out to grab their arm to keep them steady, in case she'd thrown off their balance. And then she looked up and saw who it was, and felt worse because it wasn't a stranger. "George, sorry, I wasn't looking..."