Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2023 0:59:41 GMT
and the stars look very different today.
The backdoor of the kitchen was propped open with an empty crate, allowing the cool breeze from the side alley to sweep through the warm room. Katya was nodding her head and agreeing mindlessly as one of the waitstaff was complaining about their boyfriend for the umpteenth time. She wasn't really listening, but instead focusing on digging through her handbag to find her lighter before shoving it into the pocket of her apron and heading for her break. "What a twat," she offered in parting solidarity before slipping through the slightly ajar door and escaping into the cool of the midday. Colleagues romantic troubles were not the least bit interesting to her, though people seemed to think she wanted to hear all about their dull day-to-day lives. Was it her face? Did she have a 'bore me to death' expression that dullards flocked to? Regardless, she was now officially on her lunch break and Katya did not intend to spend it sitting around, bitching about wizards who didn't know how to do their own washing.
Her feet carried her up the walk between the two towering buildings and toward the bustling open street of Diagon Alley. She neared the front of the Silver Zilant but hung back just far enough that she would be nearly invisible to passersby going about their shopping in the little wizarding alley. Resting against the neighboring building's wall (a shop that sold magical plants and pottery) Katya pulled a cigarette from the pack in her apron pocket and placed it between her lips, lighting it a moment later with the lighter she'd been too preoccupied with searching for to listen to her coworker's triviality. This was how she intended to spend her break, at least a portion of it anyway, watching wizards and witches hurry about their day from the shallow cover of a narrow alley. An older bloke caught her eye and she raised her chin slightly, acknowledging him, before he disappeared into the crowd. She blew a ring of smoke and watched it frame a couple strolling by, hands held lovingly, before evaporating into nothingness.
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