Selena was busying herself at her day job, so to speak, wiping glasses clean and putting them back onto shelves. Her head remains buried in her task as she hears the door to the White Wyvern swing open. Figuring someone else can get it, she’s got a lot on her mind, she continued working. However, instead of hearing one of her co-workers step up to help their customer, she hears only silence after the sound of footsteps approaching. With a sigh she turns around and looks up, quirking a brow at the (familiar/unfamiliar) face.
“Sorry, what can I get for you-wait, why are you here?”













