Feb 22, 2013
Post Manhattan - Starter
She needed some air, preferably alone. Or at least far away from Neal, from her parents welcomed but undeserved encouraging glances, from Henry's silence, from herself, if only she had been able to run away from who she was. Hands in her pockets and eyes cast down, she walked quickly her way towards The Rabbit Hole, where they would serve her stronger alcohol than at Granny's, but before she could cross the street and reach the bar, she bumped against someone. Hard. "Sorry!" she cringed, barely managing not to fall. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking..." she began, turning around to see who she had bumped into.