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A nice breezy day, little cool. Not too many people out. Just how Dahlia liked it. It was a bit warmer here this time of year than it would've been back home, but it was nice for once. She still missed home, family, the snow... but by all counts today would be a nice day. A calm day. A day where Dahlia and Umeko could just be, exist, find a moment of respite from this crazy new world. Eat some good food.

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"Get a drink..." The place Dahlia had found still doing service presumably had 'drinks'. Drinks of course being a colloquial for alcoholic beverages and refreshments, something Dahlia knew very little about. Booze had always scared her like so many things- too many negative possible outcomes. Drinking at home was already dangerous in it's own way, usually not great for health, but drinking in public... Dahlia was terrified of bars, for a lot of reasons. She'd braved it though once in the past, going for drinks with her college friends. The horror fan had learned that day she was a lightweight of lightest sorts, and though nothing horrific happened, the headache the next day was enough of a deterrent. Dahlia hadn't drank since.

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But this was a new day, a new world, a new Dahlia. She was strong now, far more brave (relatively). Her constitution itself was probably improved. More importantly, her friend Umeko had invited her, and Dahlia wanted to impress. Doubly so if they were going to keep working together in more extensive ways. So Dahlia would 'drink', but she would make sure to drink far more water than alcohol, and she would sip whatever they ordered very slowly.

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She arrived at "Vegan Sushi Experience" and took a seat, having arrived a little early to pick a nice spot for them. The weather being what it was Dahlia opted for a booth inside, and the place was thankfully not too full, though she was greeted by calls from behind the counter and was unsure how much to wave or greet back. She went for a half-wave, that sort where you sort of raise your hand up vertical and drop it. Dahlia removed her cardigan to set on top of her small messenger bag. She'd opted for something a little more outgoing than normal for the occasion, wearing a camisole with a fairly modest neckline, black. Blue jeans from the race, now washed. She found she'd liked the way they fit, especially after being broken in during a life and death struggle. The boots from the race too. The apocalypse was expanding her style. Hair was worn down where it was usually tied back.

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Dahlia felt rather out of her element here, sitting alone waiting for someone at a restaurant. Usually she'd be too scared and wait for whomever she was meeting to go in, and that was if she left the house at all. She was starting to feel the nervous sweat, her stomach growling from hunger and fear, but Dahlia was proud of herself for getting here in this seat. She forced herself to smile, somewhere between genuine happiness and rictus grin.

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