tagged by @mayalaen well, not technically but… (btw I don’t have seven pages yet so have 666)

She shook her head and picked up her leather jacket and her purse and left.

Stella sipped on a glass of water, the restaurant was quieter than usual, as it was a Wednesday evening. She didn’t exactly fit in with the few other people there though. Even though she’d only been there for a few minutes, she’d already seen at least four people staring at the cuts on her face. Though quite frankly she didn’t give a damn about what they thought of her. Stella checked the time on her phone 18:03.