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It's been a while since Lena talked to a younger demon.
There was something about meeting this one that struck a chord.
Not that Lena saw herself exactly as she was all those years ago, but there were enough similarities she couldn't help but take to her. She remembers being that uncertain. She remembers being that
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She doesn't know if that's because she's been watching her mother this whole time, learning what she knows about demons from the woman who manipulates and uses and twists people. There's nothing really human about her mother, and it's hard to see beyond that far enough to think that there's hope.
Jess folds her arms together, looking uncertain which is a rarity for her. She's one of those people that fit wherever she is, that's confident enough, but this is the one area where she doesn't have that confidence. She slips a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Mocha latte. Thanks for paying," she says with a small smile. And for everything, whatever the reason it helps to know that not every demon ends up like her mother.
At least not at first.
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She breezes into the coffee house the way she steps into any place. Confident without ever being overly arrogant, like there's absolutely nothing she owes anyone. It'd almost be a strut if she put a little more oomph into it, if you will.
"No problem," Lena says with a smile of her own, a friendly kind of smile that makes her approachable.
She's learned to be for whenever there used to be a scam, the person you least expect, but this time it's natural and genuine.
Once they find a table, Lena sits across from her as they wait for their respective coffees. "Are you from Chicago originally or did you move here?" she asks with interest, playing with one of the napkins idly. Her hands always have to be busy.
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