closed starter for: @franklongbttom location: a cafe in diagon alley
Greta was stopping in one of her favourite cafes for a quick pastry because she felt like it had been well deserved. There had been a lot going on, and she felt like she finally had a moment to herself to breathe and process it all. She hadn’t written anything in weeks, and was hoping that she could use some much needed time to continue working on one of her many projects. It was relatively early, so she didn’t expect to see anyone else, let alone a familiar face, and was pleasantly surprised when she did. Unable to stop herself from smiling as she saw Frank sitting by himself, she waved to get his attention, and then all but hopped over to his table. She liked Frank from the moment he stepped into the bookshop. Others may have described him as surly, but Greta thought that he was deep and layered, and she’d had a lot of fun exploring at the Masquerade ball with him. It wouldn’t hurt to say hello, in any case. Really, it would have been rude not to.
Standing in front of Frank’s table, clutching her takeaway pastry bag, Greta beamed. “Frank! Hi! What are you doing up so early?” She realized that might have sounded really intrusive, and added quickly, “I hope that’s not a personal question.”
