the clock murmurs its time, clicking ever so softly, though nix occasionally spares a glance. normally, she didn't show any interest, apathy her resort. she lacks weight in a revelation of her care. a tap of her finger, she tries to squash the agitation that's builidng up in her arms, the tenseness stilling her to a gaze of a hungry lion.
lionhearted may she be, though there is concern for the other, & she still does not eat, refusing to touch the tray, to even dare nip a bite.
tick-tock, the clock sings its brittle tune.
the notion of his disappearance has pitted her stomach, it growling in response to the hour that slowly made its course. nix briefly surveys her surroundings, hoping to spot his face, though its futile. perhaps he grew tired of her, his want to sit at the same table waning, but---it's not like she wished for him to be here. she simply wished not to be bothered, and he was perfect at warding away strangers and questions alike.
she's the sort to get stuck on routine, despite knowing that mishaps do occur---still, she waits, & waits, until she realizes, it is time to leave. so she does, without even scarfing down her tray.
ooc: next day, when nix casually asks derek where he was?