location: claymore closed to: @nancyartemisvon
it’s time to give up the ghost. two glasses of water, a glass of wine, and a trip to the bathroom later, natalia settles back at her table with a somber disposition. there’s no denying it at this point - she can admit that to herself now. five minutes late is acceptable. ten minutes even, maybe fifteen with a warning text. half an hour? she’s been stood up, and now she’s going to have to deal with that blow to her self esteem. wallowing in self pity can wait though, she thinks, the moment that she spots a familiar face.
“nancy?” she calls out, close tables and wine on an empty stomach doing away with the worst of her inhibitions. besides, the other girl is sitting alone. maybe she’s a little bit lonely too. “all by yourself?”
