#chasingcordelia

Lilah rapped her knuckles against the wooden apartment door. It'd been nearly a year since she'd seen, or spoken to Cordelia Chase and she'd love to keep it that way. But work had other plans in mind, leaving her here at the doorstep of her enemy. She let out a short, annoyed sigh before plastering on a smile as she waited. Still wearing a thousand dollar skirt suit, she'd come straight from the firm rather than make a beeline for her hotel's bar. Truly, Lilah would prefer the latter at this moment.

Fred wanted to get her first day of training started right. She decided that a morning couldn’t start well without a nice, large cup of New York coffee and maybe even some tacos if she found a promising looking stand. She had a couple of hours before she was to meet Agent Harper still, so going to a close by coffee shop seemed like a nice idea.

The morning wasn’t quiet by the Texas girl’s standards, but it was quiet enough. She sat down at a table in the outside courtyard and pulled out a book. She was hoping to read a chapter or so before training.

Then, a familiar form caught her eye. She looked up and she saw Cordelia Chase walking down the sidewalk. She dropped her book on the table and brought her hand up to wave, but she stopped herself, her call caught in her throat.

It couldn’t be her. She had been in a coma and passed away without waking up from it.

Her joy went to grief in an instant. It was a stupid idea anyway. This was New York, not L.A. Why would she be here? Still, how she walked, how she held herself. It just had Cordelia written all over it.

She stared at the woman and decided that she needed to say something. If she didn’t, she’d think about her for weeks, worried that it had been Cordelia and that she’d hidden herself from an old friend. Besides, she might have died, but that had hardly stopped her from walking around and talking to people.