Not even Heather-- who had once been able to See things that precious few other people could.
But the thing about people is that no matter how ordained or chaotic the future secretly was, it was still the future. If it's not okay at the end? Then it must not be the end.
There's always more future to go around if you just keep on fighting.
Because hell, if there wasn't? Heather sure wouldn't have made it this far.
She smiles back. It's not quite as fierce as her usual smiles... but there's something firm behind it. Not confident, exactly... but a kind of solemn sureness. It's not something frequently found in the smile of your average nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how streetsmart.
She lets her hand stay there a moment or so, then gives his arm a slight squeeze before she lets go and stands up, wiping both hands off on her rumpled apron.
"I'm gonna ask for the rest of the night off. Pretty sure I'm not gonna be particularly productive for at least a few hours."
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Not even Heather-- who had once been able to See things that precious few other people could.
But the thing about people is that no matter how ordained or chaotic the future secretly was, it was still the future. If it's not okay at the end? Then it must not be the end.
There's always more future to go around if you just keep on fighting.
Because hell, if there wasn't? Heather sure wouldn't have made it this far.
She smiles back. It's not quite as fierce as her usual smiles... but there's something firm behind it. Not confident, exactly... but a kind of solemn sureness. It's not something frequently found in the smile of your average nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how streetsmart.
She lets her hand stay there a moment or so, then gives his arm a slight squeeze before she lets go and stands up, wiping both hands off on her rumpled apron.
"I'm gonna ask for the rest of the night off. Pretty sure I'm not gonna be particularly productive for at least a few hours."