do you want the real story or do you prefer the lie
Elizabeth hasn't been here in years -- without pinpoints, it'd probably continue to be years. It's a little cafe/bar near a hotel they stayed in once, open late with quiet music and enough patrons, but not too many. She finds a table near the back, feeling ridiculously deceitful despite not really having any real reason to, and orders tea, because she's living on tea, as of late. She sits quietly, waiting, fidgeting with her scarf.
She's not sure why Cameron asked her to meet him here. She's also not sure she wants to know, but somehow, she's here.