“Kyra?”
Kyra sets her coffee and croissant down on the table and looks up
toward the slightly tired voice calling out to her. “Oh— Luce, hi!
Uh…”
“Didn’t expect to run into you out here. It’s good to see you!”
This is a lot farther from Lucille’s apartment than Kyra’s
seen her go in a while. She’s wearing sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, but
they look like they’ve been washed recently, at least. She’s doing
better, maybe, but—
“Good to see you too, Luce. Um, just, now’s not really—”
Kyra stops as she sees Lucille’s eyes widen in terror. She turns to
see Ivy standing behind her, carrying over a drink and pastry of her
own, face slowly hardening into a glare. Kyra turns back, trying to come
up with something to say to deescalate things, but Lucille immediately
bolts before Kyra can get another word out. The bell on the
cafe door jingles, and Lucille disappears down the street.