Rose left the library with a spring in her step. There were exams coming up soon and she spent the afternoons studying. She missed the hustle of the hospital but sitting in a room full of books was always comfortable. London, like always, was busy but unlike most of the people hurrying past, rushing to get home for dinner, Rose took her time and enjoyed the warmer air and noise of the city. She’d be heading back to the library soon but couldn’t get her stomach to stop rumbling and was hunting down somewhere for something to eat.
There were a few places she frequented and deciding italian was the cuisine of the evening, Rose made her way to a small deli she went to often. It was only a few streets away and by the time she was pushing the door open her mouth was watering at the thought of what she could eat. There were only a few tables in the place and Rose was surprised to see a familiar face at one of them.