It was nice to relax in a café, one she frequented often. The interior wasn’t large, but it offered the privacy she usually wanted. It was a chill winter day, and there were surprisingly fewer patrons than usual. Not that she minded. Nunnally wouldn’t say they were familiar faces, but she recognized some of them. She loved observing people instead of interacting with them: a habit she had developed during her time… of exile, as she liked to call it.
She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze drifting lazily over the others. Nothing interesting, she almost concluded… Until her eyes lingered on one figure for a second longer than necessary. She wasn’t sure why, but something about him unsettled her. For a brief moment, she even considered approaching him, striking up a conversation. The thought was quickly brushed aside. She needed no company.
Yet the urge persisted. Finally, she stood, forcing herself towards the exit.
Click-snap!
One careless step, and the heel of her elegant winter shoe snapped clean off. Damn it! How was she supposed to walk now? Flats would have been sensible, but how could she be expected to walk in flats? Unless they were military boots. And that would surely scandalize everyone.
With a quiet sigh, she turned around, surrendering to her whim. Approaching the man who had caught her attention moments earlier, she seated herself beside his chair.
“Would you mind dealing with my other heel?” – Nunnally asked casually, pointing at her shoe. It was a miracle she’d even made it this far.
a plotted starter with @nihiliszm
