Rose pushed the door as if it weighed a ton. The warmth inside the shop was welcome after the drizzle outside. She hadn't been back in a few days, weighed down by study. Only once that was done had she realised how tired and depressed she felt. Perhaps the place would manage to cheer her up. She found the corner table again, out of the way of most traffic. No flute with her today - she hadn't touched it for some time, in fact.