FTEC -- Sunday, February 17 -- Evening.
Adah had very decidedly avoided places today. Rather specifically, places with books and an Eel more commonly known as a library, because, that was the only place to be avoided other than the clinic tonight, which wasn't nearly as easy to avoid. She had her reasons. Mostly neurotic, selfish, and needlessly embittered reasons, but they were reasons all the same, and she sighed, settling behind the front desk and looking over a few things to see if anything in particular was expected out of her tonight. She was feeling grateful for the fact that there wasn't, and bunkered in to focus on her research. She was finding it difficult to track microscopic progress changes, though, when her mind kept flipping back and forth between opinions on whether or not he'd remember that she was working tonight, whether he'd even notice, or whether she wanted him to or not.