It was with a slow pace that she made her way to the coffee shop. Not that she didn't like Brittany, as she seemed nice enough, but putting in the effort to make conversation just seemed less than desirable. To be so cheerful and bubbly would be exhausting, she knew that much. Yet, the promise she made herself kept her going.<br/><br/>Each step she took was a bit more weighted, lacking in luster as she drew closer and closer to the coffee shop, and further and further away from her dorm. And, despite that feeling looming over her, there was another feeling that made itself more known, one that she couldn't shake.<br/><br/>That she was being watched.<br/><br/>Glancing over her shoulder, Viv's gaze swept over the area, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. She couldn't see why anyone would follow her anyway, but that didn't mean the feeling went away. Trying to focus elsewhere, she pulled out her phone, fingers moving over the screen as she went through her contacts, seeing if there was anyone she wanted to talk to...but she found no one.<br/><br/>Coming to a full stop, she stood there for a moment, back to, only to whirl around and stare.<span style="font-style: italic">I know someone's there,</span>she told herself.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not crazy.</span>Trying to focus further down, she saw a figure, almost blending into the shadowed cove the trees created. Frowning, she couldn't see how they'd be the one following her. Vivienne loosed a sigh, and then started walking again, only to have the feeling increase. The hair on the back of her neck stood as goosebumps started appearing on her skin.<br/><br/>She could see the coffee house looming in the distance and tried to focus on it, her steps quickening in her haste to be somewhere out of the open. Looking back, she caught sight of the same figure, only closer this time. Her breathing began coming in pants as she broke into a bit of a jog. Hair whipping her in the face each time she tried to see if he were there, she stumbled. Quickly getting up, she left her psychology book, her mind not registering that she'd lost it.<br/><br/>Her hand fought with the cafe's door, shaking too hard to get a proper grip on the handle. It took her a few tries, but she finally managed it, slipping inside as her eyes blinked rapidly to try and adjust to the dimmer light.<br/><br/>"'Bout time you show up!" Brittany chastised her, grabbing her arm to lead her to the corner booth in the back. "I've so much to tell you!"<br/><br/>"I'm sorry...Lost track of the time..."