Rebekah was having an off day. It wasn’t particularly unusual, but considering their darling niece had returned home you think the lot could at least rest a while.That just wasn’t an option though. Not when whoever had taken the young girl was still out there somewhere doing who knows what. Plotting against their family to do God knows what to them next. It should have made the original scared, but she lived for centuries and never allowed that kind of power to her enemies.
“It’s frustrating really,” Rebekah told the waitress compelled to listen to her endless complaints, nod with a smile and refill her coffee when she’d started to run low. “I came back to help my family, but I hadn’t planned to stay and now there’s just something making it far too difficult to do that without feeling selfish despite the fact I had made it clear upon my return. I just wanted to live a normal life… but Nik, he’s a bit of an arse. Even if I did get over the whole letting them down, I don’t think he’d let me go again. Not really.” Her eyes falling upon a man sitting near the darker corner of the cafe’ with a pencil in his mouth, pecking away at his keyboard. This place was mostly dead except for the three of them. “Excuse me, um.” The barista spoke up upon noticing the blonde vampire staring “He looks normal.” There’s a pointed look she’s giving the women, but soon after she’s internally debating it before vocalizing the concerns. “Yes well, normal as he seems. It’s never been a good idea for me to get involved with someone like him. Trust me.” The other women’s frowning and mentioning something that the original had brought up earlier in their conversation. “I thought you said the first rule of truly living was to do something you’re most afraid of?” Rebekah’s gaze fell before she gave a little snap. “I’m not afraid.” That was a lie. “Oh.” Replied the young barista. “I just thought— how come you don’t just go and talk to him then?” Shaking her blonde curls, she responds. “He’s busy anyways.”
“I’ve seen him look over here like fifteen times already.” This has the vampires breath catching in her throat. “He has?” Maybe he could hear them. Oh God… that would be like super embarrassing. Nodding, the barista flashed a weak smile as she gestured towards him with her eyes and reflexively the Mikaelson sibling looked and their eyes locked. Dammit. Rebekah looked away from him and whispered to the girl “Fill this now and go away, you won’t remember any of what I’ve said until next I tell you.” to which she was compelled to comply. From that moment afterwards, Rebekah sat in place drinking her coffee and trying to contemplate whether or not she should got up to him. In the end… She decided to put her family life aside for the time being to do something bold.
Paying closer attention to him with her senses Rebekah was able to notice when he was completely off guard, which took a bit of time considering despite the fact that he seemed busy on his laptop… He was tense. Once she had managed to find the perfect timing though she was up and at his side within seconds. There was a warm smile on her face as she leaned on his chair slightly to get a glimpse of what he’d been working so tediously on for the past forty five minutes. “What’s it about?” Her accent was thick as she licked at her lips before giving him a bat of darkened lashes and a bit of an assumption on what he was really doing just so that she could make conversation with him. “—Your book…”
@runningfromthosedays
Not ready. Not for human interaction, at least. Sam wasn't really exercising the trademarks of a hunter. Like, for example how a hunter should at least try to be alert and pay attention to his surroundings which, yeah. He was failing at and failing miserably.
It was just that New Orleans had such a fascinating history. Not just dark and demonic forces or shady activity because every major city had that. New Orleans was more. Warring factions, rival clans of species and special, foretold births and deaths. Like something out of a movie or even a holy book. Sam's research lead him to rituals, spells and even some mysterious symbols but it hadn't lead him to what he was looking for. Answers.
Even without those answers Sam was mesmerized by the knowledge, it was just too engrossing to look away from. So yeah, not ready. Not for anyone looking for conversation. He looked up from his laptop, confused, "Uh, book?" Because what? But then he realized it, "Oh, uh. Heh, no." He was a guy sitting alone in a coffee shop, staring intently at a laptop and typing his heart out. He probably looked like one of those douche bags who plug away on their device at Starbucks so everyone can see them writing their novel or screenplay, "Not a book, just..."
Sam snapped the laptop shut, nervous was his middle name because he didn't come up with a good cover for his activities in case someone tried to chat him up because, yeah. Nobody ever tried to chat him up. So he just said the first thing that came to mind and he said it fast, "Book report. Ah, I mean uh. Report. About a... book. Yeah, that was awkward, wasn’t it?"
