@mxldito liked for a starter.
+ -In 30 years of existence, Andante had encountered her fair share of unusual people. Typically, the Unusual was either banging at her front door with guns blazing, or at the finish line of some suicide mission quest. Rarely ever did she come across interesting people that she didn't immediately feel threatened by ( the anxious rabbit of a nephilim that she was. )
Still, sometimes people crossed her path, and she didn't turn and run away. This was one of those people.
What was it, exactly? Andante had no idea. But when the other individual made eye contact with her, she found herself speaking, rather than escaping.
"Sorry. You looked like you needed help."













