Katherine glances over at the unknown girl whose eyes are fixed on her. She gives the stranger a small smile and looks away. The brunette redirects her attention back to her when she speaks.
“Yeah, you were. It’s fine. I have those days, too.”
“Yeah, I – sorry.” Ramona grins sheepishly, her glance flitting across the surface of the table where her hands fold and unfold and fold again. She doesn’t like being particularly noticed, even if brought on by her own actions. It’s disconcerting.
“Have you been to that record store across the street?” she inquires suddenly. “I want to, but one of the guys who works there creeps me out.”
