Eldrid had been keeping an eye on the small waitress for a while now. Granted, she always had a protective aura over the bar staff, ready to break a few fingers if any customers got handsy. But Emma was different from the rest. She was quiet, never really socialized with their coworkers. It was rather concerning, and the dragon’s maternal instincts cried out to help the girl.
As they were cleaning up before closing, she figured now was a good time as any to strike up a conversation with Emma. “Any plans for this weekend igoa? It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for,” she winks playfully.