[To no surprise, the rest of the day hadn't been all that fun. Moments of fear or anger or sadness would hit her randomly throughout the day, but she still managed to walk around and speak to people.
She's sitting off in a corner near some other people tapping away on their phones, picking at the remains of an overpriced bag of chips and watching people taking pictures, when her communicator alerts her to a text message. She knows who it is without looking, and although the thought of not replying crosses her mind, it's dismissed out of hand. Her state of mind is as good as it's going to get, today, until she's made up with Bruce.]
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She's sitting off in a corner near some other people tapping away on their phones, picking at the remains of an overpriced bag of chips and watching people taking pictures, when her communicator alerts her to a text message. She knows who it is without looking, and although the thought of not replying crosses her mind, it's dismissed out of hand. Her state of mind is as good as it's going to get, today, until she's made up with Bruce.]
By the fountain. Where are you?