Natasha

And there's a storm you're starting I'm a wandress I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain I'm a hurricane

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It was her own fault. Ella had her head buried in her phone and wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and bumped into someone pretty good. “I’m a lot more sturdy than I look. Are you okay?” She shoved her phone into her back pocket so she could actually focus on the real world.

“I’m fine.” The blonde replied with a smile, waving it off. “I’m sturdy as well, so I can take a couple bumps.” She hummed, looking at the other. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Natasha Benton. And you are?”

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Victor follows her inside, expression softening as his eyes wander about. “Sounds interesting.” He takes a few steps toward a display, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers and craning his neck to take a look. “How… do you get your hands on all this kinda’ stuff?” He murmurs as his gaze wanders. “I mean– I’ve been to my fair share of… antique shops… conventions… but I’ve, uh…” He straightens his posture and slowly turns to face her. “Never seen an individual owner with– this– many bits and bobs.” He offers a crooked grin and exhales through his nose. “Impressive, really.”

Natasha nodded, heading behind the counter, looking back at him with a smile on her face. His question through him off guard for a second, not use to human’s asking her that question, and not worrying about it with other supernatural creatures, because they would know she’s got a few tricks up her sleeve. “Um.. I guess I’m just great at finding the right people. Tend to go online and look on ebay for some of it.” She shrugged softly, her fingers running across some of the crystals she had on display. “Well thank you. I take pride in my trinkets, and I love helping them find a good home.” She chuckled before pointing towards the back door. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go try and find them.”

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Cailan had no idea who had been following him… but he knew he had to get out of the street. He saw the open door and turned into it, his heart was racing and he felt himself hit into someone. “Shit, shit. I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’m fine.” He let out a breath, glancing over the girl. “No, no. You didn’t. It was my fault. Are you okay?”

Natasha could tell by the man’s demeanor that he wasn’t okay, but she could also tell it had nothing to do with their bump in to each other. “I’m definitely fine.. Are you sure you’re okay though? You look a bit shaken up.” She inquired, her head tilted slightly. “I could call someone for you if you need.” The girl was concerned for his well being and wanted to help as much as she could.

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Beth spent most of her time in a daze lately since her dreams were getting worse. The visions were so vivid in her mind, she often felt lost in her own head. Though as she bumped into someone going into her sister’s store, she was unsure if it was even her fault. “I’m fine,” she breathed, giving the girl who looked like her a quick smile. “Literally, I think that was me. I… spaced out for a moment,”she laugh laughed. “I’m fine. I’m fine. You? I’m glad you’re still here. I didn’t feel like going home alone.”

The sound of her familiar voice, Natasha laughed softly, shaking her head. “Well if it’s you I definitely believe that. Are you okay though? What has you so spaced out?” She asked curiously, head tilting to the side. “Yeah, I’m fine just tired. Been working non stop for like a month it feels like.” She hummed, nodding her head. “Well then we can definitely go together. Unless you want to stop and get something to eat? My treat.”

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Ezra smile gently, easily slipping into her american accent. She didn’t like to be obvious. “No i suppose we don’t.” Ezra made eye contact, tilting her head slightly as she looked over the blonde. She was pretty and she smelt sweet, like magic. “It’s nice to meet you Nat.” She held out her hand, hoping the witch wouldn’t notice the cold of her touch. “I’m Ezra.”

“The pleasure is mine.” She smiled, taking the other’s hand. She could instantly tell the temperature difference, but she decided not to make a comment about it. The other girl seemed sweet, and it wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself if need be. “So where are you headed?” She asked, smiling softly. 

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Ezra’s eyes observed the girl. She was still getting to know the little town. She hadn’t been there for a few years and it seemed to be constantly shifting with time. As most things in the world did. Ezra laughed as she collided with someone. She dusted herself off, shaking her head. “No, no I am fine thank you. Are you okay?” She reached her hand out, dusting off the blonde’s shoulders and smiling slightly at her. “I’m small but i can be a bit of a tank. Just bulldoze my way through the streets.”

Natasha nodded her head. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” She laughed lightly, knowing full well that even if she had been hurt, just a quick snap of her fingers and she’d be healed. “Oh, no I really should have been paying more attention. But I suppose we don’t want to sit here blaming ourselves for who’s fault it truly was.” She hummed, a small smile on her lips. “I’m Natasha, by the way. Most just call me Nat.”

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“Your favorite? I’m honored. Truly.” Victor glances down at the pavement for a moment, smile playing upon his features. Adjusting the strap to his messenger bag over his shoulder, he follows her toward the door. Giving a light shrug at her inquiry, Victor narrows his eyes in thought. “Hm. I was really quite interested in, uh… getting some pottery. I’m sick of staring at the plastic that my house plants were bought in, and… well…” He trails off quietly.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She chuckled softly, walking into the shop. She moved her blonde locks behind her ear before looking at the other, giving him way to come into the store. “Oh, I see. Well I know I’ve got a few pots here and there, but I think I do have a wider selection. I can go look in the back for you. I think I might have some Aztec or Egyptian ones lying around somewhere.” She hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember the last place she saw them. 

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“No need to apologize. It’s fine, really. No harm done. I should have… spoken up.” Victor offers her the kindest of smiles, clasping his hands together. He raises his brows at Natasha’s offer. “Oh? Are you certain? I-I’d hate to keep you.” A beat passes as his gaze wanders to the door, and back to the blushing blonde. He clears his throat before speaking. “Well– if you wouldn’t mind, then– I’d certainly appreciate it.”

Natasha smiled softly, nodding her head.”Alright, only if you’re sure then.” She hummed, her heart finally beginning to slow. The girl let out a light laugh, nodding her head.”Of course, Victor. Plus, what kind of shop owner would I be if I didn’t let one of my favorite customer’s browse privately.” She teased, picking out the right key as she turned herself around and walked to the door. “Is there anything specific you’re trying to find? Or just taking a look, because I do have a whole new collection I just got in.” She noted, looking back at the other as she pushed the door open.

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With his glasses in hand, Victor’s left squinting at blurry passersby as he gently uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe off a faint smudge on the thick frames. He manages however, to avoid running into anyone– or anything– by taking careful, slower steps. Just as he ambles toward the storefront, he begins to make out a figure with blonde hair just before slipping on his frames. He parts his lips to speak, though nothing comes out as the woman before him turns. Instead, he’s met with Natasha’s shock.

“I– I’m alright.” He chuckles with a bit of a furrowed brow, taking a small step back to maintain his balance. “No! N-No, not at all. I, uh–” Victor uses the knuckle of his index finger to adjust his specs. “I was just stopping by. Are you… closed?”

Natasha realized who it was rather quickly, and in turn felt even more guilty as a small blush ran over her cheeks. “Oh, Victor. I’m really sorry, I just didn’t even know anyone was behind me.” She hummed softly, playing with the keys in her hand, trying her best to hide the rush of blood to her cheeks. 

His question made her look back at the store, nodding her head. “I am, but I can open up really quick if you’d like to browse for a second.” She offed, pointing towards the door. “I mean, I don’t have much else to do, and it could be my way of apologizing for being so careless.” Her blush had slowly began to find, but the thumping in her heart was very so still prominent. 

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Natasha stood at the door of her shop. She had closed it down for the day, just wanting to give herself an off day. The girl smiled at the building, proud of what she had built.. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned, running straight smack into someone. She let out a small cry of shock. “Oh, my god, are you okay?” She asked quickly, looking at the other. “I didn’t hurt you right?”