#inn.start

Molly had been in the city for a couple of weeks now and most of her time had been spent at her new job at the library and when she wasn’t working she was unpacking and setting up her apartment. Other than a few of her coworkers - who were very lovely but also much older than her, or were teenagers volunteering after school, and a few various service workers while getting coffee or groceries, Molly hadn’t really been out or attempted to meet anyone new. She used to be so good at that and here she was, anxious about plans she had made to go out for a drink. A bar was a good place to meet friends, right? Hopefully there’d be someone there willing to chat, but if not, she had her book. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine how silly she might’ve looked to someone, or maybe the word was sad, or peaceful; to Molly there were many words to describe the moment. She would only hope onlookers would be so understanding. Upon her arrival she found herself a small high top table, not so far out of the way of the main bar area, but enough that she wouldn’t feel trapped. After ordering a glass of red wine she leaned her elbows against the table and propped her book in front of her. She had fully intended on half paying attention to what she was reading and attempting to interact with someone but in true Molly fashion she soon became engrossed in her novel, making faces every now and then in reaction to what she was reading. 

Gray: I need some entertainment.