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Hera · 11-01-2013, 08:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Nightmare Witch

It was the second day back after the holidays and Tasha yearned for something sweet to eat beside her chicken salad which she had eaten in the company of her colleagues on level 3. Entering the food court brought back mixed memories for the blond as she steered her steps towards the dessert table. Hopefully nobody would be acting strangely on what was left of her lunch break. She didn’t need or want weirdness.

Buying a cherry cream pie Tasha headed over to sit down at a red table with purple chairs around it. Sitting down she smoothed out her ministry robes to dig into the yummy looking dessert.

Coffee in one hand, and a fudgy choc brownie in the other, Emily navigated her way past the desert bar and between the tables. On autopilot, mind elsewhere, Emily pulled out a seat with her foot, and plopped down on it, only to realise she had sat directly opposite a stranger.

Whoops.

Invasion of privacy. Both for the stranger, and herself. How so very awkward.
"Apologies," she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee and looking at the next table over. She could scoot over. Unless the blondie wanted to? Or not. "Do you mind?" Either way, she wasn't sticking around for long. Work beckoned.

11-01-2013, 08:34 AM	#48 (permalink)
Hera Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart Graduated x10 x10	<3 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf Quote: Originally Posted by Nightmare Witch It was the second day back after the holidays and Tasha yearned for something sweet to eat beside her chicken salad which she had eaten in the company of her colleagues on level 3. Entering the food court brought back mixed memories for the blond as she steered her steps towards the dessert table. Hopefully nobody would be acting strangely on what was left of her lunch break. She didn’t need or want weirdness. Buying a cherry cream pie Tasha headed over to sit down at a red table with purple chairs around it. Sitting down she smoothed out her ministry robes to dig into the yummy looking dessert. Coffee in one hand, and a fudgy choc brownie in the other, Emily navigated her way past the desert bar and between the tables. On autopilot, mind elsewhere, Emily pulled out a seat with her foot, and plopped down on it, only to realise she had sat directly opposite a stranger. Whoops. Invasion of privacy. Both for the stranger, and herself. How so very awkward. "Apologies," she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee and looking at the next table over. She could scoot over. Unless the blondie wanted to? Or not. "Do you mind?" Either way, she wasn't sticking around for long. Work beckoned. __________________