Chapter 133 SPECIAL CHAPTER: #2

Shortly after her outburst, Anastasia had been led back into the Café and seated in a less crowded section, where Lloyd quietly sat with her and waited for her to calm down. When it seemed to him like she was getting more clear headed, he fetched her a glass of water, substituting it for her spilled cup of decaf.

“Feeling better?” He asked as he placed the glass on the table, sliding it to her, all the while sliding into the seat across her.

Anastasia caught the water, wrapping her hands around the glass and seeking the usual warmth that her coffee provided. When the glass remained warm, bland, she tore her gaze away fixing it on the side walk where she had been bumped, shoved.

She was sure someone had shoved her. Or perhaps that was just her paranoid mind getting the better of her.

Pulling her gaze away from the side walk, she took one huge gulp of the water, placed the glass down and nodded, giving a belated answer to Lloyd’s question. “Yes, thank you.”