#perdette

Perdita: Hello Georgie!!

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Georgette needed a coffee and not some cheepsake of a coffee, but a good one, on that would help her body assimilate to the time difference. The only problem was that the blonde wasn’t so sure if she were to find such a thing in this town. 

She was about to find out, although Georgette was prepared to get upset.

The blonde had found a small cafe her eyes wondering over the odd decor through the glass window. This place appeared so... strange. Georgette was the only person to walk in with Louboutin heels, but she’d allow hell to freeze over before being caught in anything less. She kept her head high, her back straight and her posture immaculate. She was next in line, paying no mind to the glances that were falling her way.

“May I have an iced, sugar-free vanilla latte with soy milk?” The man behind the register looked at Georgette as if she had four heads. Her jaw jutted forward, the blonde taking in an impatient breath. “I can wait if it’ll be necessary, or is the order far too complex for you to understand?” 

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Georgette found herself at Hatter’s noticing that she was the first of the party to arrive. She had come straight from her therapy session and found herself a table by the window sill of the cafe, a good bit far off from the general crowd. 

She still didn’t feel stable enough to have so many people close by her. 

The blonde had been learning triggers in the past couple of sessions she has had thus far. Has learned that crowds were one of them and so was cologne, which was a main reason Georgette hadn’t even bothered in waiting in line to at least get herself a coffee. 

If it were up to her, she would have simply gone home where there would be no chance of people being around her, but she had been speaking with Perdita and they had decided in meeting up here at Hatter’s. 

That meant she couldn’t be home, and on top of that Georgette was sober. She had been sober for the past couple of days and that made her more acutely aware of her surroundings where once it was all a buzzed, numb, blur. Her manicured nails were clicking against the cafe table and the blonde almost had the urge to snap her hair tie against the skin of her wrist when she spotted a head of golden hair approaching her.