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"I'm so tired...
My mind is on the brink."
It was true, really. Veronica hadn't slept in four or five days, and although she wasn't really sleepy, her limbs felt heavy and sluggish and her brain was slowing down.
A door opened to her right, and the welcome smell of strong coffee mixed with cream and cinnamon filled her nose. The two teenagers that had walked out were standing by the door, talking in hushed tones that Veronica devoted no attention to deciphering. She slipped past them, opening the door and smiling faintly as the bitter cold of the street was replaced with the warm, rich smell of a café.
She headed to the counter, combat boots clicking off the floor uniformly, too long jeans swishing along behind them with a soft noise even Veronica could barely hear.
The only person behind the counter was bent over the table in conversation with a friend, and Veronica's fingers had been drumming for quite some time before he turned to her.
"Coffee." She announced, rolling her eyes mentally at the pause and "Excuse me?" that followed. "Coffee. Large. Grande?"
She shrugged, reaching for the correct amount from her backpack and accepting the large porcelain mug with a weary smile and an almost indiscernible "Sorry," for her snappiness.
He seemed to hear it, though, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he told her to have a nice day, adding that she should think about getting some sleep sometime. She touched a hand to her eyes, wondering if it was that obvious that she had been up for any amount of time. She didn't doubt it - she certainly felt as if it was. She offered a polite smile to the boy, heading to the only table that wasn't taken, a small three seater near the back.
Once she was there, she leaned back in her seat, digging around in her backpack a few minutes before finally pulling out a braille book and propping it up in her lap. One hand shot out for her mug, and she held it in one hand, the other trailing leisurely across the book. [/color]
"I'm so tired...
My mind is on the brink."
It was true, really. Veronica hadn't slept in four or five days, and although she wasn't really sleepy, her limbs felt heavy and sluggish and her brain was slowing down.
A door opened to her right, and the welcome smell of strong coffee mixed with cream and cinnamon filled her nose. The two teenagers that had walked out were standing by the door, talking in hushed tones that Veronica devoted no attention to deciphering. She slipped past them, opening the door and smiling faintly as the bitter cold of the street was replaced with the warm, rich smell of a café.
She headed to the counter, combat boots clicking off the floor uniformly, too long jeans swishing along behind them with a soft noise even Veronica could barely hear.
The only person behind the counter was bent over the table in conversation with a friend, and Veronica's fingers had been drumming for quite some time before he turned to her.
"Coffee." She announced, rolling her eyes mentally at the pause and "Excuse me?" that followed. "Coffee. Large. Grande?"
She shrugged, reaching for the correct amount from her backpack and accepting the large porcelain mug with a weary smile and an almost indiscernible "Sorry," for her snappiness.
He seemed to hear it, though, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he told her to have a nice day, adding that she should think about getting some sleep sometime. She touched a hand to her eyes, wondering if it was that obvious that she had been up for any amount of time. She didn't doubt it - she certainly felt as if it was. She offered a polite smile to the boy, heading to the only table that wasn't taken, a small three seater near the back.
Once she was there, she leaned back in her seat, digging around in her backpack a few minutes before finally pulling out a braille book and propping it up in her lap. One hand shot out for her mug, and she held it in one hand, the other trailing leisurely across the book. [/color]