It wasn't like she was trying to hide or anything.... well maybe she was, but truthfully it was just because she didn't want to be bothered. She didn't want to accidentally say the wrong thing that would result in something bad happening to her. If that were to happen, she'd never have the chance to see Rebecca again.
Finally, she reached the bookstore and was almost to the door before someone bumped into her, sending her crashing to the cobblestone ground. She had thrown her hands out to catch herself, scraping her palms in the process. She hissed in pain, unable to stop herself from wincing.
She heard a muffled "Sorry" but she didn't recognize the back of the person who had knocked her down. Looking down at her hands that were now dirty and muffed with small scrapes that were bleeding a little, she took a deep breath and got to her feet.
That was probably the first real conversation she'd had with someone outside of her job in years. It was funny, she thought. It had been one-sided but it felt like it had been an hour's worth of talking. Already, she was tired.
Pulling her sleeves down over her hands, she turned towards the bookstore once more. She didn't want to be late.