“I’m not a CHILD, James--- so quit          treating me like one!”

   ❛ No, I’m— I don’t work here. ❜   The brunette canted her head to its side as      she realized she might have been hanging out at Connor’s bar a bit TOO      much now that customers mistook her for an actual waitress. She leaned      against the bar while trying to come up with some sort of explanation as      to why such a young student spent so much of her time in a place like this.    ❛ I just like the atmosphere. Keeps me from thinking too much. ❜ A shrug was      due before she straightened her posture again. ❛ But I guess I can serve you      if you like — did you want anything to drink? ❜

She still wasn’t sure if it was the flames bigger than a stovetop burner or the fact that the ghosts often appeared and she saw them burn. Whatever it was, it was clear that it triggered her pyrophobia and the PTSD that she inevitably had. Other hunters made her wary and since Jess had a few close calls with other hunters back when she desperately needed help, she tried to avoid them. Right now, her only goal was to make sure he knew that she was harmless.

      “You have no idea how many kids        have actually ordered the cupcakes        themselves out of the bakery section        near the register in the past week alone.        It’s taking everything I have not to react.”

[ text: James - unsent ] If I could take back the days I up and went missing, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I can’t. And I’m sorry.

There was an attempt made tbh.

no but really yes best way to go

“Are y’t’NURSE, or somethin’???”