So she wasn't in the best mood. It came and it went how moody she was but it all boiled down to one simple reason: Kurt McKenzie was in the hospital and it was intensive care. She hadn't even been able to visit him and she felt sick with guilt about that, as if any minute she'd hear the news he was dead and she had never been able to at least hold his hand for a simple second or two. It drove her mad, made her nearly unbearable to those she was close to. Phil and her mother avoided her, she cried into both Oliver and Reed and Neptune's</i> shoulders and now she was taking on more work just to stay distracted.
So when her mom asked if she'd close that night and stay open a little late since they opened late she didn't hesitate to say yes. Had she, Lydia might have missed this particular customer. He was tall, like sycamore tree tall and the smile that curled across his lips was slightly unnerving for Lydia. She watched him carefully from where she leaned on an elbow on the front counter, finally deciding to break the silence.