The flannel that Jen had lent to her hangs a little long at her wrists, but Jac is no stranger to having to push up her sleeves every now and again. She remembers when she had asked her cousin if she could borrow some clothes, considering most of hers were either back at the apartment or had been annihilated by her. The closet full of flannel button downs and white t-shirts hadn't offered a whole lot in terms of selection, but Jac also had come to expect as much from her.
Today, her destination is Brewed Awakening, to hopefully catch a glimpse of Nadia. Has her shift changed during Jac's absence? Does she even work there anymore? The witch isn't even entirely sure what she plans to say to the redhead when she sees her, only feels like it's important that she does.
When she rounds the familiar corner, Jac stops short, heart sinking as she takes in the damage to the beloved coffee shop where she'd spent countless hours since high school. The guilt blossoms again, thick and cloying in the back of her throat and she wonders if maybe she's just going to make things worse again. But there's a flash of red in her periphery, and her knees wobble slightly as she turns to see Nadia. "Oh... hi. I... hey." She could hit herself for sounding so dumb. "Is... how bad is it?" // @nadiaholme
