OPEN! Please?
How in hell had Meredith ended up with a weekend off? Maybe she'd requested it? Maybe she'd finished everything early because she wanted some time to do nothing but wander aimlessly. Whatever it was, after she'd spent the night in the bar dealing with the alcholics and wayward souls, her Saturday was blissfully open.
All she wanted was air, air not populated by too many people or filled with the scent of old paper and thick ink. That's what brought her out to a bench on the edge of the commons. It was still early, technically, not yet noon. That meant people were still hung over or just sleeping around (figuratively and literally) with the free time. That or they'd run off to the library in fits of desperation.
Whatever gave the place a quiet feel, Meredith wasn't complaining. Her head was propped on her bag, sleeves pulled down over her hands a she read some completely nonsense novel. It was brainless and she liked that. It didn't hold her focus though so she heard someone walking by before the shadow fell over her as they moved by her bench.
All she wanted was air, air not populated by too many people or filled with the scent of old paper and thick ink. That's what brought her out to a bench on the edge of the commons. It was still early, technically, not yet noon. That meant people were still hung over or just sleeping around (figuratively and literally) with the free time. That or they'd run off to the library in fits of desperation.
Whatever gave the place a quiet feel, Meredith wasn't complaining. Her head was propped on her bag, sleeves pulled down over her hands a she read some completely nonsense novel. It was brainless and she liked that. It didn't hold her focus though so she heard someone walking by before the shadow fell over her as they moved by her bench.