Afternoons and coffee spoons

[adifferentlife]

Afternoons off were a pleasant thing for Sybil. She was reveling in the free time, her semester over and new courses not starting for a few weeks more. It was a sunny day, and there were markets on in Darrow. It seemed as good a reason as any to wander up and down through the stalls, and she'd bought some flowers for her apartment before wandering her favourite little cafe. Her plan was a simple one, order tea and pastries and spend the afternoon reading a novel and watching the world go by. What could be better?

In the end, she found herself bored. Perhaps it was that she'd spent a number of days this same way, or that the book that she had wasn't that engaging. Sybil found herself watching the Sunday afternoon crowds, making up stories in her mind for people she saw. Until she saw someone that she thought she knew, walking alone. "Elizabeth!"

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[cagedlamb]

The simple act of walking around was something Elizabeth truly cherished here. It was a beautiful day, and she had her mind set on simply wandering about to see what the city's inhabitants were doing that particular day. She'd just been about to stop at a stall selling some trinkets when she heard her name being called.

It did not take her long to find the source. She remembered Sybil well - how could she not, with how badly she'd reacted when they first met? - and she was pleased to see she didn't seem to take it personally. In fact, she seemed to be waving her over. She shot the stall owner a small smile before departing, slipping through the crowds until she reached the other woman.

"Sybil," she said in a friendly sort of greeting. She was glad she remembered - a lot of that night was a admitted blur, and it'd be horribly rude of her to forget. "How have you been? It's good to see you again."