The girl in line in front of her is discontented, and clearly focused on a piece of crumpled paper, though Celia waits patiently despite the line trickling down, and someone cutting in front of them both, but when it looks like the same thing is about to happen. She bites her tongue before clearing her throat quietly, and asking politely; her tone naturally frosty. “…Excuse me? You’ve been letting people in front of you for the better part of 2 minutes.. Are you okay?”
Lottie looks up in surprise at being addressed and turns her head to notice that indeed the queue has been moving and she is still in the same spot. “I’m fabulous as always,” she smirks though her lips don’t stretch as much as they usually would and she shuffles forward. Placing her order she carefully smooths out the paper and folds it to place it in her purse before turning with a slight sigh to the girl behind who actually had drawn her from her daze. “I’m sorry if I held you up,” she says with almost a genuine warmth.
Lottie's wild adventure 