Zoe’s situated herself comfortably in what used to be a Starbucks, legs kicked out on the chair next to her. There’s a mess of half folded road maps and a bottle of water spread out on the table, no attempt made yet to try and make something as simple as a cup of coffee when it’s become infinitely more complicated. Instead her attention’s fixated on the papers in front of her, that urge to keep moving starting to press down heavier on her shoulders when it’s occurred to her that no one else might want to. They don’t know what she does, from her own closed mouthed nature or an unwillingness to listen doesn’t matter. In the end it doesn’t change much, only that she’d be going on alone, and if the thought’s a daunting one she’s spent enough time putting purpose over comfort.
The sound of footsteps alerts her to someone else’s presence, a glance up showing a woman who can absolutely relate. Their resolve was too much the same at least, though she can’t help but wonder now which option Ayden would take. “Hey. What're you up to?"
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