A deep need for something caffeinated had risen where Nora’s mind went back to thoughts on the subject whenever there were lapses where she needn’t think at all. It had taken nearly fifteen minutes after the feeling had come, that she was able to escape to the nearest coffee shop, and was now waiting at the edge of the counter for her coffee.
Of course, it was difficult to go unnoticed when sporting a large, white gown outside of a photoshoot. Nora might have felt self-conscious once, but as she’d accumulated experience in being the object of attention, she barely noticed the stares she’d accumulated as she waited for her coffee by reading a book. It wasn’t until she saw an object –a coffee– move into her peripheral vision that she turned her attention to the barista, noticing her slow retreat from the counter while the other stared at her. She smiled at the girl and reached for the coffee herself, assuming the stare was meant to indicate it was her own drink, until she realized her error when taking a sip of it. “My, that certainly isn’t mine.” She said factually but laced with a jovial tone, not wanting to upset anyone by being grave.
