After a few good minutes, I finish my meal.

I bus out my used plates and utensils and get myself a glass of warm water.

I contemplate for awhile what I would be doing once I get home.

Cleaning needs to be done, of course. A routine I keep to feel grounded.

Then I'll probably continue reading one of the history books to bed before I sleep.

I try to remember if there were any books I needed to return to the library.

Once I've made a mental note of my night plans I got back to my seat to enjoy my dessert.

A cupcake, shaped like a witch's cauldron with icing that's made to depict the bubbling of a concoction.

"At first glance, I would think it contains poison."

I lowkey jolt to someone commenting on my dessert.

It scared me that I was completely unaware of their presence before they spoke out.

I was never one to let my guard down.

I always liked my personal space and being at the ready.

I must be getting soft and that's not a good thing.

"Damnit." I curse under my breath as I stealthily look to the direction of the voice.

Seeing the person behind the voice I was tempted to send a rebuttal along the lines of Just because it's green doesn't mean it's poisonous; Or, Well the emergency room is just a couple of steps away; also, I could say the same to you.

But decided against it because it would indicate that I'm welcoming their presence and letting them into my personal space.

So I did what any normal uninterested person would do - brush it off.

"I guess."

Then I started to eat the cupcake.

Or at least I tried to until I felt a sharp stare.

I didn't even have to guess from whom the daggers were coming from.

"Robin, good you're here. I was looking for you."

My bestfriend says in the most unassuming voice, but I know her.

Under that unassuming voice is a threat where if I were to act in any way out of the ordinary she'll be bugging me for answers.

Nami pulls out the chair across me and sits with her legs tucked, showing that she's getting comfortable and wont be going away anytime soon. Not that her company is unwelcomed.

Quite a show of dominance.

I stare at the clock hanging to the right of the exit door.

22:50. I would have been done in 10 minutes.

I just wanted to eat in peace.