Augustus had a sister.
It was a phrase said by the dancer the previous night, and it had been playing in his mind on an endless loop. What had she meant when she said that? It had taken awhile, but thanks to the stories that he read his daughter he had finally figured it out. Augustus was the name of a brother the girl may or may not have (or maybe it was, he didn’t know) but Augustus did in fact have a sister.
A sister who had a name that started with an O. A sister named Octavia.
Now that he had thought about it, he should have guessed her name the second that the words came out of her mouth. It was, after all, one of Elodie’s favorite stories. However, when the always pleasant break rolled around, Lincoln convienently forgot to mention that he had figured it out. He didn’t want to announce to a crowded area the actual name of one of the dancers at Polis, not when he could only forsee trouble coming from that.
Instead he planned to come in earlier, both of their shifts started. It would be better that way. Maybe something would come out of that…huh, that had been an odd thought. He brushed it away as he gathered his things that were stored behind the bar and headed out the back entrance. The employees fairly used the front entrance, preferring the much more low key back one. It was easier to avoid the public, drunken or not, that way. Even if you weren’t a dancer, the looks you got for working at Polis weren’t always the most friendly.
With his keys in hand and his jacket covering the dark t-shirt that he wore, he slipped out the back and was welcomed with a cool breeze. At first he didn’t see anything that was too alarming…until he did. He probably wouldn’t have thought anything of the way a man was so alarmingly close to the other person, not when he had witnessed a bit too much going on in the back alley before. But the way that other person didn’t seem interested in the least bit? That was a bit concerning and then, as he moved closer, he realized who the two people were.
Atom and Octavia.
A frown formed on his lips and he moved even closer, stopping beside the two people. “Hey,” he said, his voice coated with a silent warning. “What’s going on?”
