➳ She kind of hates cafes with communal tables, but this one has the best soups, and Lydia was hoping she’d find a normal table that was free.
No luck.
She huffs, fingers curling around the strap of her knapsack as she eyes the only unoccupied seat. C’mon, you’re a big girl now. She approaches the chair, clears her throat as she eyes the person beside the empty seat.
