Mar 6, 2014
Ithaca quietly walked up to the counter of the store only coffee shop and uttered her order. A large white mocha with extra whip and well, with extra calories because of that. She didn’t mind, it wasn’t like she was trying to maintain some sort of appearance anyways. Her grip on the book in her hand loosened as the lady pointed out the spot to wait, there wasn’t to many people in the dingy little place.. Which was a relief. As she walked over to wait for her order she accidentally bumped into someone, “Oh my g/gosh I am s-so sorry,” she exclaimed as she turned around to see who it was.