Fiona chewed on her lip idly, scribbling words down into her notebook. She'd been working on ideas for her next short story, and had stumbled upon the small cafe on accident. The blonde had placed herself at a small table by the window, pen furiously dancing across the page. The only indication that someone was near her was a shadow falling over her. Her eyes slowly drifted upwards, brow slightly furrowed. "Are you—?" she stopped, frowning. "Uh, excuse me?" she spoke a little louder.
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