Felicity was in the 7/11. Currently, she was stood gazing into space when in fact she should have been deciding between what can of soup she wanted to have for lunch on this fine saturday afternoon. She sighed heavily, since John Connor had left she had found that her little world was mostly focused on work. Which wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, but Felicity liked friends and she was very much lacking in that department since she had moved to the OC. She liked people, quite enjoyed talking to them, but her tendency for her mouth to outrun her brain often made meeting people for the first time awkward.