Who: Gwen and Ianto What: Talking Where: The shop When: Wednesday, early morning Rating: TBD, some disturbing content will be discussed
She sat at the counter, head down on folded arms. Not asleep and completely awake, but the signs of exhaustion was etched on her face. It was clear that she hadn't slept well and probably needed more sleep. Still, she was there instead of her flat upstairs.
She stared at the walls, the door and yet, nothing at all. She didn't know if she was sulking or just trying not to fall asleep again. Either way, it was hell to her at the moment.