[At the pub. That's all she needs to know. Lydia gives the blank screen a look before disconnecting the feed.
It's too late already. She's worried. She's always worried about her best friend. And Allison not wanting her to see her just makes her stomach tight. It'd only be worse if Allison hadn't replied to her.
Either way, she's dressed and ready to leave the cabin, so she only takes a moment to slide on her boots before she's out the door, leaving Prada behind this time. And on her way to the pub.
She expects it to be at least somewhat busy when she makes her way in, but she's not entirely surprised to see Allison there, by herself, behind the counter.]
[private video ---> spam]
It's too late already. She's worried. She's always worried about her best friend. And Allison not wanting her to see her just makes her stomach tight. It'd only be worse if Allison hadn't replied to her.
Either way, she's dressed and ready to leave the cabin, so she only takes a moment to slide on her boots before she's out the door, leaving Prada behind this time. And on her way to the pub.
She expects it to be at least somewhat busy when she makes her way in, but she's not entirely surprised to see Allison there, by herself, behind the counter.]
Very busy.