@sworntolight Alice leaned on the counter, vaguely damp cloth in hand. It was quiet today. A little weird, but maybe there was something going on? It was a little like being in a bubble, this cafe. Not that she was complaining - it let her get away from things she’d rather not think about too much.
She made to turn to the sink to rinse her cloth, but movement outside stopped her.
Was that..?
Oh. Oh no.














