Chapter 133

Shortly after her outburst, Anastasia had been led back into the Café and seated in a less crowded section, where Lloyd quietly sat with her and waited for her to calm down. When it seemed to him like she was getting more clear headed, he fetched her a glass of water, substituting it for her spilled cup of decaf. “Feeling better?” He asked as he placed the glass on the table, sliding it to her, all the while sliding into the seat across her.