Bela Talbot is sitting in a cafe in Chicago, looking over the morning paper. It isn't that she's bored, so much as she expects to maintain a certain quality of living. It's one she's become accustomed to, and she knows that that kind of living won't come without some kind of money. So she's looking for a job, something with a bit of class, that
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She isn't in the mood for confrontation, but she does believe in most of the rules of etiquette and she hadn't wished to be disturbed. Therefore, she would have preferred if the girl asked before sitting, but that's just her.
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"Okay. Is the cafe crowded?" She glances around then, looking like she cares.
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She didn't mind that she is sitting there so much as she just wants to be left alone. So long as Parker does just that, they shouldn't have a problem. But who knows if that'll work.
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Except this is a Wanderer Josef has met, and it was a Wanderer that intrigued him. She knew of demons. Demons different to Chicago, but demons nonetheless.
"Ms. Talbot," Josef says pleasantly, tucking the newspaper under his arm. "Settling into Chicago alright?"
If she'd rather be left alone, he'll leave her alone, but well...it never hurts to try.
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She isn't sure if she wants to be left alone or not in terms of Josef. She knows that he's a demon, and on some level that unnerves her. She also knows that demons in Chicago aren't the same as normal, everyday demons where she comes from, but that still doesn't make her inclined to trust.
It does make her inclined to try and figure it out, though.
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"You still seem to be fairing better than many who've come before you. Mind if I join you?" he asks lightly, lifting the newspaper he'd tucked under his arm. It's the same one she's reading.
It's probably nothing but depressing, anyway. The day the newspaper writes about something good happening in Chicago is the very same day hell freezes over.
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"Go right ahead," she nods, adjusting the position of the paper on the table.
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