#elodiethread001

[nadics]

@curandcra

Wandering around the town to clear her mind is easily her favorite thing to do. When she lived in Boston she would walk for hours through the streets and then call her partner to pick her up wherever she ended up. Often she’d find herself staring at the harbor longingly, the water inviting her like a old friend. She’d never crossed the street to heed its call, always just stood there and smoked a cigarette to the butt and climbed into the car wordlessly. He would kiss her on the cheek and she would allow herself to forget, just for a few moments. She would be happy, or at least Nadia would pretend. 

Today was a day just like those, except no one was there to pick her up. She’d have to warm up and make her way back across town to her office again. The diner seemed like the perfect place to do that. 

So, Nadia sat at the booth in the diner and tried to ask like she wasn’t there for a strange reason. She knew she recognized the girl from that night, knew that she’d seen her before. It was only by chance that she’d wandered into this diner, looking for some decent food and a metric ton of coffee. After all, it wasn’t like Nadia was ever sleeping well. No matter how many pills her psychiatrist perscribed, she couldn’t forced Nadia to take them. 

(The nightmares got to be too much sometimes, and Nadia often can’t stare her own sister as she drowns. She doesn’t have to face Farah if she’s awake.)

 The waitress she’d seen after the fire walks towards her table and Nadia looks up at her with a smile. 

“I’d definitely like some coffee, but I was wondering if I could also speak with you?” She knows it sounds cryptic, and amends her words, “Nothing weird, just, I saw you after the fire and I was hoping to talk about what you saw?”