The spider-girl's anxiety had become more and more apparent as she strode along the roadside. Agatha's steps grew faster, sharper, and eventually she had nearly broken into a run. Her progress was sufficient enough, however, to let her make it into town without drawing much attention to herself. Her hand reached into her pocket and drew forth the flyer for the restaurant she'd found in Cid's drawer. Screening the map upon it carefully, Agatha wandered about until she'd found the cafe that was advertised.<br/><br/>She looked up at the sign hanging just above the door. Her nerves were being wracked with uncertainty at what exactly she was getting herself into. Gathering what little she had that could be called courage, she pushed open the glass door and stepped inside. Taking a small table, she waited for a waiter or waitress to approach.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>