She hasn't been to this restaurant in years; she had no idea it would still be here. Quietly, she takes a seat at the bar and orders herself a small bite to eat. She sets her elbows on the bar, and doesn't realize at first that she's literally just elbowed someone. Quickly, she removes her arms and flushes with color. "Oh --- I'm so sorry," she murmurs, clearing her throat. As if she didn't feel out of place already ( as she refuses to dress any differently than she had seventy years ago ).













