Anxiety had found a semi permanent home within Arya's chest, it's vice like grip tightening with each day that passed as Wednesday drew nearer. When the day did finally arrive, she spent the morning feeling as though she was suffocating, as if there was some phantom force pushing on her chest and some ghostly hands squeezing at her throat. Despite Matteo's gentle reassurance and guidance, she was struggling to replace the worry he had helped ease with the bravery she knew she needed to be able to make that leap into an unknown new life. She had already spent a significant chunk of her morning fighting the urge to simply not go to the Inner Sanctum later that day, assuring herself she could just go Sunday instead. How desperately she tried to rationalize the idea, believing that if she perhaps waited a few more days she would be able to cast aside her anxiety and meet Tetradore then. Arya was smart enough to know however that it was a lie, a whisper of her continued worries echoing ceaselessly within her head. She knew that even if she did succumb to her anxiety, a few extra days would do little to prepare her. The WereSeal would never be ready, there was no instinctual knowledge or guidebook for this sort of thing, she simply had to push herself.

Things didn't get easier as the minutes turned to hours and the time drew nearer that Tetradore would arrive at the Inner Sanctum, if anything it opened the floodgate for more worries to come pouring through. Should she show up after the time Matteo said he would be there? That option seemed far too awkward, having to walk up to him out of the blue and talk about how she knew he was going to be there at that exact time. Perhaps she would just show up early and wait. It would certainly be less awkward, and he would likely approach her first if he saw her there when he walked in. And yet the idea of waiting there as time ticked by seemed even more stressful, not to mention having to awkwardly tell him she'd been waiting for him to show up; though perhaps she could simply omit that bit of information.

This inner conflict did not cease within Arya until she snapped herself back to attention and reality came crashing in on her when her eyes found purchase on the clock on her wall. It was now 3:30, and if she had any hope of getting to the east side of the city before 4:11, the exact time specified by Matteo, then she would have to leave now. Nausea rose in her stomach quickly then as it twisted with the realization that there was no more time to fret over it, it truly was now or never. With a deep breath, she rose from her table, but then hesitated. It was as if her limbs did not want to move, that fear and worry gripping them tightly and holding them in place. Doubt once more echoed through her mind, crippling any confidence she had meagerly managed. Despite all that Matteo had told her to ease her nerves, now when it mattered, when she actually had to go and talk to Tetradore...she wasn't sure she could do it. But then Matteo might be disappointed in her if she didn't at least try, he believed in her enough to sit there and listen to her ramble with so much patience. That thought alone, while likely just another worry, managed to get her feet moving from their once rooted spot on the floor, towards the door, until she reached for her keys and exited her apartment. All she knew was that she needed to ride this momentum. That if she stopped again, let herself think for even the smallest moment, she would never be able to keep going.

The whole car ride towards the inner sanctum, Arya was convinced her heart would burst from her chest from the sheer rate in which it pounded on the walls of her ribcage. In no time, she had arrived at her destination, eyes glancing down at the clock in her car to note that she still had 15 minutes to spare before Tetradore would arrive. In a weird way, the anxiety had made time seem to go faster, and that may have helped Arya keep pushing forward rather than flipping a u turn at the nearest intersection and heading right back to her place. But now one of the hardest parts was upon her...she needed to actually exit her car and enter the inner sanctum. How much she wanted to simply sit in her car then, to avoid this all together and pretend she had missed Tetradore, or that perhaps Matteo was wrong, though she doubted that. She was so close though, the prospect of a new future...of a new family lay just within the doors of the cafe. With another large inhale, the burnette Were pushed open her car door and quickly scampered out, making haste inside before her anxiety stopped her once more.

Arya found the environment of the cafe...soothing. It was calm and quiet, the few patrons inside off in their own corners either quietly conversing or quietly doing their own thing. Not to mention the smell of freshly brewed coffee that wafted throughout the building was very calming. The sound of an employee's voice greeting her startled her then, her amber eyes blinking for a brief moment before she quickly walked to the counter and ordered a small coffee, something to sip on as she waited for Tetradore but also so she didn't look entirely out of place. The young woman wastes no time in finding a comfy place to sit, drink in hand. It was a little out of the way, but surely tetradore would still take notice, most people do naturally glance around when they first enter buildings. Arya could practically feel each second that ticked by, they felt as though they were stretching into an eternity and it did little to ease the nerves that rose in her gut once more. There was no backing out now, she was already here and he would arrive any second now. All she could do was wait, her finger nervously tracing along the ridge of her cup and her face surely looking much more pale than usual. She still doubted she could do this.