She was a picture of serenity, sat there at one of the tables in the food court. Which was odd, because she usually looked nervous when she was alone in public. I was in a queue at one of the food court’s sandwich shops, waiting to be served. After a couple hours shopping, we had both agreed to take a break and get some lunch, and so she had decided to save us a table. It was surprisingly busy what with all the last-minute Christmas shoppers and I doubt we’d have been able to find a free table if she hadn’t sat down at the first one we saw. I had gone to find something that we’d both like, which had involved me wandering off into the crowd, so I doubt she knew I could see her from across the court now.
I heard an “Excuse me,” from behind me, presumably to someone else, so I continued to watch Bri as she watched the crowd. Her whole posture was unlike what I was used to seeing. Her back was straight whereas it was normally bent