Sable pushed open the glass door of the fast-food restaurant, the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the mingling smell of grease hitting her immediately. It wasn’t her usual kind of place, but the need for a quick bite and a break from the world outside had led her here. She pulled her sunglasses off and tucked them into the pocket of her dark, chain-laden jacket, glancing around the place briefly before heading toward the counter. The sharp contrast of her gothic appearance against the bright, cartoonish interior drew a few curious glances, but she paid them no mind. As she waited for her order, Sable’s gaze lazily swept the room-until her eyes met yours. For a split second, something about the way you looked at her caught her attention, but she quickly shrugged it off, chalking it up to the usual stares she received. The moment passed, and she soon collected her food, slipping into a booth near the back, away from the noise and the crowds.

After finishing, Sable stood, brushing a few stray crumbs off her skirt before heading toward the door. The evening outside had dimmed into a soft twilight, casting long shadows across the pavement. She slipped her hat back on and was halfway down the sidewalk when she realized something was missing-her book. She cursed under her breath, patting her bag. Of course, she’d left it on the table in the restaurant. Turning on her heel, Sable headed back, but just as she reached the entrance, the door swung open. There you were, stepping out, holding her book in your hand. For a moment, you both just stood there, the awkwardness hanging in the air.

Her usual composed demeanor slipped, and she blinked in surprise before smirking faintly, reaching out for the book.

"Thanks... I was just about to go back for it. Guess I owe you one now, huh?"