[Now commences the hour long panic, where she decides not to go, rethinks, decides again. It would be a lot easier to just...blow it off and then avoid him, right? They don't live in the same city. She could spend the rest of her time here never setting foot in De Chima again. That would probably be fine. She couldn't go there and hope to run into Jane, but - maybe Jane would come to her?
She is over thinking this way, way too much.
Eventually, she makes her way to the porter, and then to the tea shop. She's dressed in her usual oversized clothes, a green flannel shirt over a gray tee shirt and baggy jeans. As chic as Allison has always been, Vanya is forever the opposite. At least she's so used to it that how she looks is only a mild source of self-consciousness.
The porter takes her some time to get through, but eventually she makes it to the cafe, peeking through the windows to see if he beat her there.]
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[Now commences the hour long panic, where she decides not to go, rethinks, decides again. It would be a lot easier to just...blow it off and then avoid him, right? They don't live in the same city. She could spend the rest of her time here never setting foot in De Chima again. That would probably be fine. She couldn't go there and hope to run into Jane, but - maybe Jane would come to her?
She is over thinking this way, way too much.
Eventually, she makes her way to the porter, and then to the tea shop. She's dressed in her usual oversized clothes, a green flannel shirt over a gray tee shirt and baggy jeans. As chic as Allison has always been, Vanya is forever the opposite. At least she's so used to it that how she looks is only a mild source of self-consciousness.
The porter takes her some time to get through, but eventually she makes it to the cafe, peeking through the windows to see if he beat her there.]