Rubbing at her neck and wondering what she should do about it, Izzie sat herself back against the bench she occupied for the last hour. She needed money, she needed sleep, and she needed to not have the nightmares keep her up at night. It was a miracle she hadn't worn her dress backwards or the wrong pair of shoes. Sneakers instead of high heels were on her feet, having figures she wanted to stay low no the ground the next time someone was coming for her. Just as she felt someone was coming for her as she turned around, feeling someone watching her. Was it him?
"Shit! Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Am I taking up too much room?," she asked, looking down at her camera bag and packed lunch taking up the rest of the seat. "Let me move this around."