The certain someone at the corner booth takes off her sunglasses, setting them on the table, leaning forward. Jack Starr? What was he doing here.. Seeming to recgonize him slightly, although again, she tries not to make any move which would cause unwanted attention to herself. Things have not changed. Perhaps she shouldn't have come back.
Her chest rising and falling as she sighs quietly. Although she has questioned some of the more.. small things. She slowly stands up, leaving the bar without ordering anything, heading up to a familliar shady grove she liked to visit
