Serena
Serena endured a few days of hectic café life before she saw Maize again. She arrived around fifteen past the hours, just like most Mondays and Wednesdays. Not that Serena had been keeping track.
Maize scanned the dining area, appearing unsurprised to find it completely full, even if it had been slightly less busy this morning than the past week. One of the only free chairs was the one at her own table so it seemed likely that Maize would ask to sit with her again.
For some reason, Serena wasn"t as opposed to that as she expected to be. Not only did the blonde make good company, it was quite nice to have someone to talk to, someone who actually wanted to hear what she had to say instead of having to repeat the same script a hundred times a day.
Serena pretended to be surprised w
