She slipped away before the movie started and reviewed her notes. She had enough material here for more than a few stories, even if none of them rose above the level of a supermarket tabloid. It was a foot in the door, at least, she told herself.
She flew back to VCU and climbed the stairs to her floor. It was late, close to midnight already, but music and laughter still spilled out into the halls. Frederica dropped her things off in her room and hit the showers. She closed her eyes and let the hot water batter her face, but it didn’t help clear her mind. She toweled off and returned to her room.
The notepad lay there on her bed, poking out the top of her bag. Almost like it was watching her. Judging her. She shoved it back inside and took a seat in front of her computer. She logged into Akkraemyth. Tommy was online, so she teleported to his location.
“Hey,” he said through his paladin, Galahad. “How’s it going?”
“Eh, been kind of a weird day,” she replied.
“Want to talk about it?”
She tried to think of a way to explain everything without mentioning Griffith, but she couldn’t figure out how. And she certainly wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.
“Not really,” she said.
“Okay,” he said. “If you ever need to, you know where to find me. Magh’s been worried about you, too.”
“You’ve been talking about me behind my back?” Frederica asked.
“No,” he replied. “Well, a little. She just thinks you’re mad at her about something and she can’t figure out what she did. I told her it’s probably nothing.”
“It is nothing,” Frederica said. “I’m just working through some stuff and haven’t had as much time to spend with her as I usually do.”
“That’s what I figured,” he said. “Anyway, it’s not really any of my business. Just wanted you to know that we’ve got your back.”
“Yeah, thanks,” she said.