Pheren/18/female/dove hybrid/tags;open
Pheren sat in the coffee shop, distancing herself from the occupied tables. She would often sit in the back corner, but it seemed like someone had taken it. The teen was smoking casually as if he didn't care about anything. She wished she didn't have to care. She shook her head, and sat down in a random open booth. She hated being next to other taken tables, but this would have to do. She set her backpack next to her, gingerly pulling out her dark red mechanical pencil and a small worn eraser. She set them on the table, and rummaged through her backpack some more until she found her sketchbook. She opened to a page, scanning the unfinished drawing. It reminded her of when she had ran away. She started to feel overwhelmed with nervousness, "not now..." she shuddered.