The only people who seemed to have noticed were one or two who immediately went back to their conversation. With the worry of disrupting people in her peripherals, Saffron walked to the tea kettle, only to realize it was already occupied. She waffled for a moment or two, debating on whether she should go back to her seat to wait for the man at the kettle. That he looked almost done with it convinced her to approach with a soft apologetic smile.

Saffy expected him to merely step aside and get back to his table, but instead he offered to help fix her another cup. Touched, she gave him a smile. He looked slightly familiar, but at this particular nexus in her life, Saffron had little capacity to process new people’s faces whilst worrying that her father was at death’s door. “If it’s not too much trouble.” She responded gratefully.