@wiinestories | plotted for a starter | Jase & Lyra
This wasn't an unusual situation for Jason, he often took cases from people who felt they had no other answers but to hire him. Where the police and other authorities that could do anything to these people and families gave up, Jase was a last resort and more often than not he believed the wild stories that came from most consultations. Often enough there was a supernatural creature causing mayhem in a mortal's life and he was able to bring some sort of calm to their lives and sometimes bring back their missed family members. But this case was different, as every one he took varied, this one had to do with a potential cheating husband and although initially Jase didn't sense any supernatural interference he'd know better when he met the client in person.
Which was where he was headed now, a small breakfast diner he'd looked up the day before and sent to the woman wanting to be his client. He was early, an hour early but Jase never liked to go to a place without casing it first, paranoia kept him safe more than he could count and he wasn't about to let it falter now. He'd dressed up, at least, he'd worn his cleanest and newest set of clothing, dark pants paired with a button up shirt he couldn't help but roll the sleeves up on, he didn't exactly look like a private investigator just a man in office casual clothes going to have breakfast on a weekend morning. Jase still had a few weapons strapped to him out of side, on the inside of his shirt was a harness worn to hold more than the single knife he kept with him, the rest of his weapons were stashed in the jacket he had slung over his shoulder as he strode across the street, tossing down the cigarette he'd burned to the butt and stomping it out under his heel before entering the diner.
It was quaint and little but he'd checked the going on's for the last ten minutes and it seemed safe enough. A pretty, older woman greeted him and instructed Jase to sit wherever he wanted and the tall man picked a booth where his back was to the wall and he had a clear view of the rest of the place, as well as a beeline to dash through the kitchen and escape out the back if that was something he needed. Always prepared, always coiled and tense, ready for danger and violence but there was a sadness that tinted his wary gaze as he looked around at the few other patrons in the place. Waiting for the waitress before ordering some coffee and settling in to read over the information he'd been sent by the client one more time.
