[Amelia keeps her hands clasped around her clutch purse and her eyes towards the ground as they walk to the corner. It's a paradoxically comfortable, but awkward silence where the urge to continue talking remains, but the uncertainty prevents further conversation.

Still, she tries.]

The holidays are coming up soon. Any plans with other friends?

[It goes without saying, but they've technically been having coffee without having to wait for any "before" or "after" timeframe like was mentioned in that first text conversation they shared when she was just "Eva."]

It's rich coming from me, but we shouldn't be working all the time.