Tara had gone to the cafe a few blocks from her and Beverly’s home with her laptop under her arms so she could get back to making her next trashy romance novel

She enters the cafe and sees that it's a bit more crowded than usual and finds an empty seat at the table you were sitting at. So she walks over to you

Tara: Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? There really isn't anywhere else for me to sit. She asks, running a hand through her orange hair in a bit of a huff