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*Nordic Witch* · 11-01-2013, 03:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Howler

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.

Digging into her pie Tasha was contemplating whether to pull out her latest issue of the prophet when a woman she didn't know just appeared out of the blue and sat down in front of her with a coffee and brownie in tow. STARE. Why did this always have to happen to her? At least this wasn't Harland. That was a plus!

Was the universe trying to tell her something? That privacy in public spaces was only something some could enjoy but not her? Or was she part of some bigger cosmic joke? Raising her head to meet the other woman's gaze she decided to just be well spontaneous and inviting. "It's fine. Please sit."

Gesturing to the coffee and brownie she wondered curiously. "Not a dessert person?"

11-01-2013, 03:24 PM	#49 (permalink)
Nordic Witch Grindylow Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: [GMT + 1] Posts: 14,439 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tiana Patterson Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Forsfelle Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: ???? Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Mirabelle Draguar Ravenclaw Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Violet Fawley Ecological Protection x3	Swedishfish Girl! ❄ Page-Turning Seamstress ❄ Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede! Quote: Originally Posted by Howler 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. Digging into her pie Tasha was contemplating whether to pull out her latest issue of the prophet when a woman she didn't know just appeared out of the blue and sat down in front of her with a coffee and brownie in tow. STARE. Why did this always have to happen to her? At least this wasn't Harland. That was a plus! Was the universe trying to tell her something? That privacy in public spaces was only something some could enjoy but not her? Or was she part of some bigger cosmic joke? Raising her head to meet the other woman's gaze she decided to just be well spontaneous and inviting. "It's fine. Please sit." Gesturing to the coffee and brownie she wondered curiously. "Not a dessert person?" __________________