Like A Mirror

The next one.

“Uff - hey there, sorry miss, y’alright? Shoulda been watchin’ my step there.”

With a solid thunk, Charlie and - as they would learn later - Hesede smacked squarely into each other at the corner between the subway’s bathroom and the exit staircase, itself near the corner of 5th and Main, nearly sending the smaller woman tumbling and losing hold of her handbag.

“Ah, geez, lemme get that for ya- hey, this is a nice bag, where’d ya get it? I might pick one up myself. They tell me I ain’t exactly the bag wearin’ type but I figure it’s better to have than not, haha. Looks good on you, though.”

If the slender elf blushed any harder, the scent of her blood may have come to the fore, too. A distraction. What she offered was more than enough, subdued but unique. She looked young, mid-twenties, probably, if she were a human, but it’s always hard to tell with the elves since they age so slowly. Smooth skin, overlined lips, precious freckles barely visible beneath her foundation.

“Anton’s? Sure, I know the place. Not that far from my shop, couple blocks. Me? Yeah, Janssen Leatherworks, you oughta stop in some time, be glad to have ya - but, hey, thanks for the hot tip, I won’t hold ya up any more. Haha, you too, have a nice day.”