Sinead sat comfortably in a booth at the diner. In front of her was her second cup of coffee, accompanied by a half eaten pork over grits. Her attention was drawn to yesterdays newspaper, lazily flipping through the pages. Besides a blue tinge beneath her eyes, it was hard to tell just the night Sinead had had.<br/>Sinead had arrived to work late and with her heart in her throat. The rejection hadn't fully struck her before she was once again sitting in her car - this time alone. A nauseating feeling of regret had welled up within her, tears still pressing on as she walked into her office. For the first time in existence, Sinead had felt relieved she could blame her lack of composure to an altercation with the police. Of course, nobody had blamed her, every woman there knowing that situation by heart.<br/>It had taken the better part of they day, but Sinead had collected herself. This wasn't the first time Sinead had to put up a front, too-familiar with the situation and willing to pretend nothing had happened. In the time moving forward, she would just have to avoid extending Tanis any kindness that could be misinterpreted, even if she knew that ment distancing herself further. She knew this was possible, knowing that Tanis was soon out of her life, no matter how heartbreaking that thought was.