#ofthenightwinds

Gallio paused for a moment, eyes slowly venturing from the screen and his omni tool, and over to the asari. Her appearance was... Unique. That usually meant something. Whether it was good or not was yet to be discovered.

It was late morning at the cafe, and Ness was hard at work taking orders and ferrying plates.  Most days her job was excellent at taking all of her attention and keeping her from thinking too hard about anything else, but today it just wasn’t cutting it.  She was thoroughly preoccupied with her day-to-day worries, and despite her best efforts to smile through it, it was beginning to wear on her nerves.  Normally she felt right at home in her cute little waitressing uniform, but right now it was a little too pastel and a little too frilly for her mood.

But still, a cheerful waitress made more money than a distant, nervous one, so Ness had little choice but to draw on all her acting lessons and plumb the depths of her optimism reserves.  She put out just as much energy and pep as she always did, and the difference was imperceptible to anyone but the very, very observant.

     "Elatiana! Elatiana. Aja Buchanan-Young. I'm from Pulse magazine. "

           There's a short pause and a tight smile once she's face to face with the asari, a camera hovering above her shoulder to her right.

[MSG; Kaids] I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS