InsaneJournal

Maybe she was just going crazy, but she thought there was some sort of underlying tension in the flat. It wasn't anything she could pinpoint which is why she thought she was probably imagining it. Maybe it was her, projecting. She was still dealing with issues from last weekend that she hadn't really spoken to anyone about.

She was probably overthinking it, at any rate.

Either way, she wasn't interested in hanging around the house. The library wasn't open after work though, which shot down that plan. Still, she'd searched around and managed to find a smallish, quiet cafe with a little stage. People were reciting poetry or telling stories, and some were browsing the small selection of books. Lily had purchased one and settled at a quiet table with a hot chocolate and a muffin.

She intended to spend most of her evening here, or places like it, and she didn't think the odds were good of encountering anyone she knew. Still, she kept glancing up to the door now and again just in case someone who looked interesting came in.