There.
Pen pushed aside, tongue stuck to the tips of the seal, envelope closed and pressed flat for good measure. The card was complete. It wasn't too wordy, nor not enough so, the finished project had been satisfactory in her mind. She wasn't use to signing apology cards, especially not for something like this.. So, naturally, she had spent so long working on it, brainstorming over the right set of ideas to scribble down gently. Noticing the rumbling of her stomach, Zetta groaned out of hunger and stood up from her seat. Slipping her bag back over her shoulders, it took her a moment to remember where the food court was in this giant mall. Fighting the immediete sadness that tinged at every muscle in her body, Zetta also remembered how Scarny use to drag her around said court, showing her all the new food items that caught her eye. She was always so cute and energetic, it was easy for the sarcastic ways to kick in that the indigo haired young woman was use to. Teasing her had been so much fun, but only when she knew she was being teased. A smile hugged the girl's lips as she looked down at her mary janes, shaking her head quickly, locks of hair flying about to mess up a bit underneath her cap. Clearing her throat, and holding back watery eyes, she began to walk, holding her head higher than before to brush away any negative feelings showing through her motions.
The food court was very wide, and filled with all the different kinds of options one could ask for. The mixture of so many exotic aromas couldn't be ignored by a mortal soul in the place. It was just impossible to miss the saliva-building sensation that occured upon passing by, drawing in customers with the inaudible songs that was given off by the muse-like edibles. The hardest choice was picking out where one wanted to eat, what they wanted to gnaw on and where they wanted to park themselves. At the current moment, Zetta knew her taste buds called for italian. Heading over to the traditional, old-fashioned type italian booth, she glanced over the menu up above, picturing in her head how hungry she was, what she would eat, and how much cash was sitting in her pockets. Biting her lower lip slowly, she still held the card of pathetic apology in her grasp, left hand to be precise. Just again noticing it, she blinked a couple times before moving her bag over to just one shoulder, gaining a better range on the object from how she stood. Pulling open the zipper, her fingers swiftly slipped in the envelope, trying not to look at it, for she didn't want to cause a scene with her current raging emotions. No. Food was the main topic right now.. Food would take her away, just for a little while.
