@winchesterartemis
Eli slowly taps his finger on the counter as he waits for the tea to simmer, he looks over at the girl. He had given her a blanket, so she wouldn’t be cold. The tea kettle hisses loudly, and he pours it into two cups. “Creame? Sugar?” He asks the female.
Artemis watches him hesitantly before giving an almost reluctant chuckle. It definitely hurts her pride that she got stuck in a trap. “I was born one but a late bloomer. been about four years. And it’s nice to meet you. I’m Artemis Winchester.” She half hopes he won’t notice the name. “Art if you want.”
"No hard feelings Artemis, I was only teasing. Winchester? That is popular name around here, what does it mean? Is it a cult?" Eli inquires.














