OPEN STARTER: night.txt
location: any cafe in town
Night didn't intend her words to come out the way that they did, but she never had a good grip on tone. Seeing someone stake their claim at the exact table she was at was slightly annoying. Though, it was hard to fault them. Night had gotten up to retrieve some napkins, but she didn't expect someone to snake their way to her spot when there were so many other tables to sit at.
And, as normal, eloquence was not a word that could be used to describe Night. "Why are you here?" was what she said; and it definitely came out colder than she wanted it to. Night offered a half-hearted attempt to salvage this social situation. "You can stay, if you want, but I was sitting here."
















