Emilia set the tray down and looked out of the window of the cafe, sighing softly as the street lamps began to turn on. She had covered two other people's shifts at work plus her own. Now she was cleaning up the empty tables and putting the dishes in the kitchen to be cleaned by the teenager who worked late.
After she said goodbye she walked out and onto the street, pulling her hoodie around her body against the chill of the breeze. She looked to the lamps and back to the streets, hoping no one was following her. She softly began to hum to herself as she walked, smiling to herself.