Hannah (la_toce_vita) wrote in stoneybrookayr, @ 2012-07-17 21:31:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Hannah had just gotten off work, but she didn't feel like going home, not yet. Despite the fact that she looked really rough - she had ketchup on her shirt from where she'd been bumped into at work and flour visible all over her black pants, she walked along downtown until she reached the Rosebud. She chose a table by the window and sat, ignoring the numerous wads of paper and straw wrappers on the seat beside her. The waitress walked up and she ordered herself a coffee. After the waitress had come and left, Hannah felt as if she was being watched. She looked cautiously around until she caught the eye of her watcher.