A change of scenery. Thats all Dodie needed. Six months on her own and she would be back to normal. Right? Hazel was understanding enough. After all this wasn't the first time Dodie had considered leaving Dozal flat. The first time that spring after a nervous breakdown over being an adult. The second in fall when Dodie realised her only income was depending on a camera and a bunch of nine year olds watching her videos. And the third, now. Winter always seemed to cheer Dodie up, hot drinks, Christmas, and sweaters that bundle you up in the best kind of ways. But this year all she saw was Hazel drifting away. After coming home from tour all she wanted was things to go back to normal. But she felt more alone that ever.

So it was decided. Dodie was going to move out. She planned on living on her own for a while to clear her mind. She took up a job as a waitress at a small cafe to earn some extra money to afford rent. She needed to clear her mind. And so far it was working. Surprising as it was she liked being a waitress. The pay was still kind of crap, but she got discounts on coffee and she made friends with some of the regulars. She would greet them with a hearty smile and they were guaranteed to tip extra. Dodie was feeling like herself again. This was good for her.

Of course she was stuck closing up shop. Its not like she had a headache and a life to get on with. Of course not. Thats ridiculous. So there Dodie stood. The warm glow of the coffee shop illuminating the foggy London streets as she saw a familiar face pass by. Her face lit up as she rushed to the doorway.

"Phillip Lester! How dare you not come say hello!"

She jokingly shouted to the tall figure across the street. The man jumped in surprise before turning to his old friend and scratching his head sheepishly. He chuckled a warm laugh and walked across the empty streets and hugged Dodie tightly.

"Would you like to come in for some coffee and a chat?"

She asked secretly hoping for some company.

He thought for a moment.

"I must tell you Dodie, on a normal occasion my answer would be no. But you are the exception." He said with a grin he knew was contagious as he witnessed it spread onto the short brunettes face.

After thirty minutes had passed and all possible coffee had been consumed they said their goodbyes. Dodie had forgotten how much she enjoyed Phil's company. They used to hang out all the time, but after moving out of Dovan flat, well...they drifted. Phil wrapped her in one final hug before writing his phone number on a crumpled up slip of paper and promising to call. And just like that he slipped out of the coffee shop, and left Dodie alone once again. Just her and her thoughts.

"Im home," Phil's voice echoed throughout his and Dan's colourful flat. He removed his coat and gloves as he felt the blood rush back into his fingers.

"Welcome," Dan's bright voice rang out from his bedroom.

"I ran into Dodie on my walk home." Phil commented on his coffee drinking adventure. There was a pause.

"Oh?" Dan said at last as he exited his room and joined Phil in the living room. "How is she?" Dan sounded awkward and unsure as he tried to maintain eye contact.

"She seems fine, well...shes living alone. But she says things are starting to look up. I figured we should have her over, maybe have tea, she seems like she could use some friends right now." Phil seemed down. He had only known Dodie for two years now, but he wanted the best for her. Dan shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh phil, i think you should know something."