It wasn’t easy finding her, but she managed. Aster had given up hunting almost entirely in favor of a ‘ normal ’ life --- college, minimum wage job, boys, girls --- but that didn’t mean she forgot how to get things done. Still, it took some digging. Google is useless when trying to locate a hunter. She had to suffer through many, many phone calls & a little bit of groveling until she finally retrieved Allison’s new number.
She needed her help. Three bodies were found on campus and police were calling it an animal attack. ‘ Animal attack ’ was always code for : we have no fucking idea. Aster started looking into things herself, but could only get so far without false identification & proper equipment --- all of which she’d left behind with her swearing, angry father.
They’d arranged to meet at the campus café. Aster arrived early, grabbed two coffees, & smoothed out a wrinkled map where she’d marked where the bodies were found.
Aster Flores rarely gets nervous, especially around friends, so why did a plume of butterflies arise in her stomach the second Allison walked through the café’s glass doors --- glossy curls bouncing, mouth curved just enough to offer evidence of her dimples. She blames the sudden onset of jitters on the coffee & suppresses it with a wide smile.
❛ Hey ! You look --- ❜ so, incredibly sexy, ❛ --- like what I’d imagine a modern Xena : Warrior Princess would look like. ❜
@antolcgias // aster & allison
