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"If one more person argues with me about the price of their goddamn weed like I'm not just the part time worker, this town is going to see some inspiration from Ghostface real fast. It's 2024, do people really still think the person selling you shit sets the prices? Fuck, man." The frustration was obvious, so much so you could almost see it seeping from her, smell it in the air surrounding her. "Drink? Yes. Good choice. You're getting first round? Well, you just made my night. Well done for volunteering." They didn't volunteer at all, in fact Annalise wasn't even sure they spoke a single word but they were unfortunate enough to be close enough for conversation.

who: open to all

Nisha hummed as she walked along the shores of the island. She dressed as normal as possible -- a bikini bathing suit with a white transparent shirt wrapped around her waist. Her hair was in waves, flowing around her shoulders and down her back.

Gravers' Isle was a place she visited frequently when she wanted to have some alone time. Or if she wanted to keep an eye on any known hunters. It was one of the places she had stalked Reid at. A smile pulled at the edges of her lips at the memories. Times she was hidden in the shadows and he had no clue. Times she watched him smile, laugh, have fun.

The two of them had yet to experience such times like that together. But they had a long time to get comfortable with one another. A lot longer than if he was just a weak human. He'd come around, eventually. At least, that's what she told herself.

Nisha plastered on a smile as she noticed someone walking along the beach near her. "Great weather today, isn't it?" She asked as she approached them. "I'm surprised to not see that many people here today. How could anyone waste a day such as this by being indoors?"

It was such an illusion he lived in, to be this perfect teacher to his pupils who could be monsters in the dark. He wanted to write; The waves were calming, peaceful even and it blocked out the horrors of screams he has heard in his lifetime.

However, all of his thoughts were interruped when he was approached by someone. His brows furrowed when he looked over at the petite female. Taking in her voice to see if he recognized her from anyplace. He didn't. She couldn't be his student or he'd have remembered her.

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong person." he clarified before he continued on his own trek in hopes of that peace he was enjoying just mere seconds before she interrupted his night.