[Karen actually isn't stalking him. She isn't even really counting on seeing him. It's late, and she's had a day that falls somewhere between incredibly stressful and distressing. She's managed to mostly wash blood off her hands and nail file, but looks a little shellshocked as she makes her way into the bar. It's late enough she doesn't think anyone else will be here. But someone is.
Of course it's Frank.
She doesn't even notice him until she's already sitting and has spent some time blankly staring ahead. It's when she silently taps fingernails against the bar top to try and get her brain working again. A drink. She came here for a drink. The sound of movement nearby distracts her from that thought, and she glances over their way.
The sight of Frank looking back at her makes her almost look guilty.]
It's late.
[Like that's a reason he shouldn't be here. Maybe it's an explanation as to why she is. She really isn't sure.]
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Of course it's Frank.
She doesn't even notice him until she's already sitting and has spent some time blankly staring ahead. It's when she silently taps fingernails against the bar top to try and get her brain working again. A drink. She came here for a drink. The sound of movement nearby distracts her from that thought, and she glances over their way.
The sight of Frank looking back at her makes her almost look guilty.]
It's late.
[Like that's a reason he shouldn't be here. Maybe it's an explanation as to why she is. She really isn't sure.]