๐๐ท๐พ: @farroweaโ. ๐๐ท๐ด๐ฝ: afternoon. ๐๐ท๐ด๐๐ด: a cafe near campus.
IT ISNโT REMOTELY like herself to forgo looking at the weather forecast, but her morning had been an absolute mess. And now, she was facing the consequences, stuck in a downpour without an umbrella. The cafe is her closest hope for cover but on a rainy afternoon, the place is packed with students and professors alike. As she walks in, Phoebe feels a few eyes on her; maybe even a sliver of judgment for looking out-of-ordinary with her wet hair and coat when sheโs usually so put-together โ but she ignores it as best as she can.
Her mug of tea in hand, she searches around the packed shop for an open spot, alone โ but on a day like this, itโs virtually impossible. Eyes falling on a familiar face, she marches over to Farrow, attempting to exude her usual intimidation, even while looking like a wet cat. โMay I sit here?โ She asks, nodding to the open seat.