#thread.coen

Jax had never considered herself an extravert when she lived in Pleasance, Ohio. If anything, she’d been as far removed from one as possible: always looking out for herself, keeping away from the general crowd, doing her chores and not letting herself be seen. She’d made remaining a ghost her best skill. But when she found herself a little home in New York City, she reflected on why that was. Her employer hadn’t been a man most people looked kindly upon, and half of the town questioned her loyalty or were disgusted by it. 

In this big city, Jax could remain unseen when she felt like it, but she could also live in the beauty of just being another human being among other human beings. She’d found a Dutch speaking one purely by accident, and with every conversation she held with Coen, more knowledge came floating up to the surface. It was only language for now, but she was certain that she’d eventually find meaning in there as well. 

She placed a hand on Coen’s shoulder, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and slid onto the bench opposite of him with her chosen beverage. “Hey, goedemorgen, hoe gaat het?”