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Phedre did not appreciate being stood up. When someone made an appointment, it meant that she kept her evening open. And so now... there was nothing. She might have gone to Hannibal instead, but... well, he was probably with Alcuin.

She also didn't like just hanging around in the lobby in the hopes someone might come in and want her. And she suspected the other girls didn't care for having her as competition either.

So she put a light coat on over her shift dress and went down the street to the pub. Had a glass of wine by herself. Perhaps that would be all it was, or perhaps she wouldn't remain alone.