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kara kent is a vra most wanted ([info]daughterofel) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
With her speed at typing it didn't take long to finish the simple questions that were required of her, and saving the document, but that was only one section of her work. Opening up a booker beside her laptop, she began to flip slowly through the text at leisure, glancing over the first chapter she had to read. It didn't appear to be too challenging by any means. She could breeze through it later. But she still had an essay that was due quite soon.

She barely took notice as people came in and out of the store. This was Starbucks, a popular spot that had thru traffic non stop. At least she had beat the line when she had first arrived. Raising her cup to her lips, she drank some of the still hot liquid, smiling at the warmth.

When she heard an odd rattling sound, Kara looked up from her book, her cup still held in her hand and out to the side. Her eyes searched the room before moving to the front. Brows knitting together, she looked at the glass over tha pastries. Her eyes easily picked up the rattling of the glass as it moved.

More curious, her eyes looked around the room, wondering what was causing it. Or who?

Setting down her coffee mug, she leaned forward slightly, hands on her table as she watched.


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