#c;rita

It had been a while since Greta had seen Rita, and she missed her.  Sure, they hadn’t officially been friends for all that long, but it was nice to be friends with someone who was also a writer - Rita just understood.  They had connected on a really nice level, and after realizing that she hadn’t seen her since the Masquerade Ball, Greta had decided to send her an owl, asking her if she wanted to go to tea.  She’d had half a mind to invite Rita over to her flat, but decided against it just on the off chance that Mary or Fabian showed up at her door again.  She may have trusted Rita, but she got the sense that Rita cared about code status, and she wouldn’t have wanted to do anything to jeopardize that for her.

Arriving early so that she could order them both tea and snag a table in the usually cramped teahouse, Greta drummed her fingers along the tabletop.  It would be nice to hear what Rita had been up to.  It would also be really nice to be able to share some of the things that had been going on in Greta’s life, because it had truly been a whirlwind of all sorts of things she was trying to make sense of.

As soon as she saw Rita make her way through the door, Greta beamed and waved her over.  “Rita!  Oh, I’m so happy to see you, I feel like it’s been such a long time.  I ordered you a tea, I hope that’s alright.  If you don’t like that kind I can always drink it, no problem.”  She paused to take a breath and let her friend get settled.  “What have you been up to?”