here’s the thing, malia knows that it’s a tuesday night and that it looks very sad to be drinking so late on a tuesday night with a job that she has to get to in the morning. she tries hard not to think of sad this actually is as she orders another beer with one of her work books sitting in front of her, she’s not really reading, but giving her eyes something to look at while her thoughts completely check out. she sighs a little, flipping the page, her eyes starting to strain from a long work day. she pushes it to the side and looks up at the tv to see if it’s anything interesting and disappointed when it’s not. her eyes zero in on someone familiar but she doesn’t say anything not wanting to interrupt them taking an order. she stares back down at her drink, fingers tapping against the glass.