#sometimes she's dramatic

Eleanor Kingston veered a sharp turn into the coffee shop. It smelled heavenly but she couldn’t worry about that now. Her head was turned to the door, unaware of the wall she was about to slam into. Except that was no wall. It felt of flesh and fabric. 

“L-listen. You’ve got to help me.” She looked up at the man and pointed at the door. “I’m trying to avoid a date gone terribly wrong a-and I need you to hide me or arrest the person that’s about to come through that door.” Ellie stated, ducking behind the large figure.