hey mr. stargazer

“Absolutely. You don’t?” Yael laughed, making a face at him, “okay, everyone knows Justin made NSYNC work. If Backstreet had had him in their group, they’d be better but,” she shrugged, “they’re just not. I’m not sure I can either, if you’re picking the Jonas Brothers over Justin Timberlake essentially. I feel like I don’t even know you.”

Quick reflexes came from years of training to be a hunter, unfortunately, Bea couldn’t exactly give that reason to most people. Fortunately, she had a perfectly good reason for having quick reflexes, “Oh, you soon learn to be fast on your feet when you have children. Especially when they’re twins,” Beatrix replied naturally with a light laugh. “If I didn’t I’m sure they’d have accidentally crushed my toes numerous times.” 

Oh. Oh this was awkward. Blinking, Ruby looked from the sketchbook up at him slowly, cheeks tinted pink. She opened her mouth only to close it and nod maybe a little too enthusiastically. Oh he remembered, she knew it. Scooting over a little and pulling her bag along the bench with her, she let out a light laugh at her own expense. “Caught me, huh? Can’t say I was being discreet.” Ducking her head down to look back at her sketch, she shifted a bit before motioning to the page with her pencil. “I’d like to think this is a better one than last time, at least.”

Being a hunter had its perks. One of the many things Beatrix had been trying to improve upon since childhood was her reflexes. When going up against those with the supernatural speed it was important. Seeing the other trip the consequent actions happened in slow motion for Bea. She saw the backpack fall from his shoulder and instantly took a small step back. “I’m fine honestly, it was only the top of your bag that landed on my foot, and it was only the end of my shoe, which are luckily a little longer than needed so I haven’t even got one single crushed toe.”

Liz grinned at him, nodding, “That I can do.” she got a little plate and got to work on cutting little square samples of some of the brownies and other pastries, passing over a minute later. “If you like any of these and want something to-go just let me know.” she assured, laughing as she wiped her hands clean, “Actually those are my favorites. Caramel is my favorite in any capacity, so the salted caramel cookies are the best. We warm them up a bit too to make sure the caramel is soft. They’re amazing.”

  “It’s truly no worries,” it wasn’t in her comfort to deal with the confrontation, but she had to give it to the man- he was apologetically trying. It crossed her mind that he could have been in a hurry from a day that had started on the wrong foot, or anything that would have caused this bump in to be something so minor. “Dry cleaning won’t be necess’ry” The brunettes tongue clicked as her hand used the one given napkin from the barista to dampen her soaking shirt. “It’s fine, truly.” had it sounded more convincing? Coffee dripped from her cup; “A shirt is a shirt, and I am sure I can get it out just fine–” there was a pause. There had to be room for a small sigh, for Estella had been holding in her breath from the shock of the run in- and hot coffee soaking through to her skin. At least it wasn’t scalding. It almost felt refreshing in the brisk air of New York. “Something told me to skip out on coffee this morning, but it looks like your pack was just irking for a collision.” She tried to push a light grin, it wasn’t his fault. “I’m sure this sort of thing happens often here, yeah? An inevitable cliche.” 

“I’m not sure,” Yael laughed, taking a sip of her coffee, “I feel I might’ve missed my window to be a boy band groupie. If this was NSYNC, though, well, that’s a completely different story. Sorry to break it to you, E, but you may have to be a Jonas Brother’s groupie on your own.”

“It’s always such a shock. This world has some of the best and worst to walk upon the same floor. I’m just glad I’m usually given the good. “ Del smirked. “ I genuinely do. I must have really rattled them by existing”

Pain shot up from the toes of his right foot and Myles let out a startled noise, stopped mid step forward to keep from punting the bag further down the sidewalk. He’d admit he’d been a little out of it, had taken in inopportune moment to look to his phone in his pocket to check the time. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, accidents happened. What shocked him was the person apologizing. Him again, the shifter from back home. It’d been months, the guy was still very much a mystery and they hadn’t cemented anything. It’d been a frustrating conversation, both of them skirting around the issue trying to figure out if they really did know each other. “I’m fine, it’s not a problem. Give it an hour and it’ll be alright.” He wasn’t too bothered, he could walk it off. What he couldn’t do was go home and deal with the mystery of this guy again.  Bending down, he retrieved the bag and held it out to it’s owner. “We’ve met before. Couple times actually. Last time was almost a year ago I think at the park. Told me about spending time ‘round the foothills in Colorado?” Myles was done skirting around things at this point. Life was too short for that kind of thing at the moment.

Quinn grumbled a bit again as he moved his foot before being curious at the the other mans explanation. “Old case information?” He replied raising a brow. He hated those words usually cause he knew his whole life consisted of old case information. “ It’s fine. I’ll live”

It wasn’t that often that she got to draw the same random subject twice. It’d been months, but she remembered that face. With New York finally warming up, Ruby was back to her time in the park after work to unwind, sketching fellow park goers. It was quick practice, a warm up if she was going into the shop or even just back at home. He was a delightful surprise on the opposite park bench and she was quick to get down the basic shape of his posture in her sketchbook. Her eyes darted from the page to him and back, her pencil gliding across the paper. He’d noticed her last time, she’d hand this one over to him if she got it right. The previous sketch she’d shown him when he’d caught her, but she didn’t think she’d captured….Something about him. There was some kind of ease to him, in his bright blues, that she hadn’t gotten right. @everettupshall

Elizabeth’s face pinched, brows furrowing as she looked down at the mark already forming on top of her foot, a bruise sure to soon follow, but at the offer she exhaled and shook her head, “No..no it’s alright. You don’t need to…” she tried to assure, never being all that good of letting others take care of her when it was so usually the other way around. So instead she focused on him and nodded, giving him a little smile, “That’s always a good thing. It wouldn’t be a good start to your day to have bloodied it before noon.”

Elizabeth smiled brightly, always taking a bit of pride in the stuff the bakery had to offer. One of the reasons she loved working here after all was because of just how good everything was, so she was always happy to hear that others liked all the sweet treats and baked goods as well. “If you wanted to sample anything before buying you can! That way you can make a fully informed decision.” She told him with a laugh before looking to the cookie trays now on display, “Out of those that just got brought out there’s snowball cookies- those have nuts in them, double chocolate, and salted caramel. All amazing, if I do say so myself.”

“Damn…..”

Frankie brought her hand to her head and scratched it. At least it seemed like there was someone else who didn’t really understand the painting.

“I don’t think I have ever had that kinda money in my freakin’ life….even if I added every paycheck together.”

The young wolf couldn’t help but think about what she would do with the money if she had even half of that amount. Knowing how she was and her temperament, Frankie would probably end up being so much more screwed up. She’d gamble, drink and oh….the list was endless. 

“If I had money like that…I get myself a car…hell…I’d get two or three cars…all fast ones…that could leave other ones standing once you hit the gas.”

She inhaled and knew she was dreaming. Frankie highly doubted it would ever become reality.