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Tessa sighed, staring up at the solitary streetlight. Beneath it was their table, the one they used for studying and hot drinks, gossip and just hanging out. She smiled as she remembered the time Sally spilled Sylvia’s tea. They got into a big fight while Undine tried to clean up Sylvia’s notes. Sally ended up paying for both Sylvia’s notebook and her drink.
Tessa shook her head, clearing out the memory. She could hear the squeak of her shoes against the stones beneath as she walked over to the table and pulled off a chair. The clang of it echoed around her as she slammed it down. Taking a deep breath, she sat down.
The shadowy light of the streetlight made everything seem almost ethereal. She was used to this quiet, the stillness of a night alone. Putting her head on the table, she watched the street. They weren’t late, per say, but they used to get here early to make a plan of attack. Undine was usually first, the only one of them who wanted to make sure they had plenty of time. Gwen was a wild card, sometimes there really early and sometimes fashionably late. Sylvia and Sally fought for last, either because of family stuff or work stuff or Sally just forgetting what time it was. “Look, my favorite show was on!” Tessa laughed, and this time she could hear the echo of it.
The sound of footsteps down the street brought her head up. Her father, panting, ran up the alley and stopped in her view. “Tessa, what are you doing out here? Come on, we have to get back inside.”
Tessa brushed her brown hair out of her face. “Sorry, Dad.