AnastasiaV-1

    12:00 a.m.    Thana shoved her phone back into her pocket and stretched out her legs. Standing, she continued to stretch her stiff muscles. Sitting like that for so long was definitely uncomfortable. She emerged from the bathroom stall and straightened out her hoodie, pulling the hood farther up to ensure a shadow was cast over her face. The bathroom was dark and stunk of cheap cleansers and mozzarella; a small window near the ceiling allowed a stream of moonlight to dimly light the room. Thana stopped to stare at herself in the mirror. She watched as a familiar indifferent face once again fiddled with the hood of the black sweatshirt.