08-18-2018, 06:55 PM
The cafe was crowded in a way that naturally made Asha tense. Too many people and their rag-tag emotions pressed a constant barrage to protect herself from, and without Elias she had no buffer to fall back on should it overwhelm her. His frustration of late crashed heavy waves against her senses, and she was desperate to help. Which incidentally was why she was here. He wouldn't approve, probably, and while the wrap of his protection curled happy warmth in her stomach, he sometimes seemed to forget how long she had lived on her own before their paths collided.
She'd picked a tucked away table, and sat with her back pressed against a wall lest someone jostle her from behind. It was beautiful in here, full of details to pull an eye as curious as Asha's, but she made an effort to watch the people coming and going instead. She'd reached out on the blog she'd written for years looking for leads amongst the crazy, until finally settling on a promising meet. Jazz music drifted from another room, a distraction from the voices if not the little bubbles of emotion vying for her attention. Her sleeves were pulled low over her knuckles, fingers wrapped about a steaming cup of coffee while she waited.
She'd picked a tucked away table, and sat with her back pressed against a wall lest someone jostle her from behind. It was beautiful in here, full of details to pull an eye as curious as Asha's, but she made an effort to watch the people coming and going instead. She'd reached out on the blog she'd written for years looking for leads amongst the crazy, until finally settling on a promising meet. Jazz music drifted from another room, a distraction from the voices if not the little bubbles of emotion vying for her attention. Her sleeves were pulled low over her knuckles, fingers wrapped about a steaming cup of coffee while she waited.