10-12-2018, 08:24 PM
He'd practically announced to the room he hunted monsters; if he could talk about that with only reckless consideration for who might be listening, she couldn't imagine what he might consider too sensitive to share in public. Though it piqued her curiosity sure enough. He tugged her hand and she flowed like water, unfazed by a stranger's grip -- particularly if it led to answers. Thrill zipped up her arm. A little trepidation too. Yana's face ghosted in the back of her mind. The splash of red paint. She'd spent her life running from this.
"Coffee? I'm not drunk." Or only a little. Her expression scrunched, though it was only playful. The query did give her pause though; mostly because it was another very good question that she also did not know the answer to. "Oh." The flicker of a rueful smile answered. Shoes. Bag. Sketchbook. Rafael! She spun to find the sofa and the blonde man, which accounted for two thirds of her belongings. She had never been precious with things.
Rafael was still flipping through her drawings when she returned, chin sunk into his palm. There was a furrow between his brows, which smoothed as he glanced up. She smiled as she slipped her wallet back into her bag. Ever the butterfly. "Keep it if you like. I have to go, but it was nice to meet you, Rafael."
Shoes were a little harder to come by, since she did not remember at exactly which point during Methos and Aiden Finnegan's performances she had abandoned them, but were eventually rediscovered. "Quiet and coffee and answers, right?"
"Coffee? I'm not drunk." Or only a little. Her expression scrunched, though it was only playful. The query did give her pause though; mostly because it was another very good question that she also did not know the answer to. "Oh." The flicker of a rueful smile answered. Shoes. Bag. Sketchbook. Rafael! She spun to find the sofa and the blonde man, which accounted for two thirds of her belongings. She had never been precious with things.
Rafael was still flipping through her drawings when she returned, chin sunk into his palm. There was a furrow between his brows, which smoothed as he glanced up. She smiled as she slipped her wallet back into her bag. Ever the butterfly. "Keep it if you like. I have to go, but it was nice to meet you, Rafael."
Shoes were a little harder to come by, since she did not remember at exactly which point during Methos and Aiden Finnegan's performances she had abandoned them, but were eventually rediscovered. "Quiet and coffee and answers, right?"