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[nolongerhunted]

The world has seemed to fall away for her. She's done her damnedest to stop thinking about the past. It isn't working so she probably looks a tiny bit flushed, like she's getting sick. Only thing is, she's not. Determined to put her mind on something else she orders a cup of hot chocolate from the bar and then finds a nice booth to sit at. There

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[shadowsfound]

Kevin wouldn't particularly care one way or the other if someone drew him.
Her activity catches his eye and he comes a little closer, not crowding her, hopefully, but glancing at the sketchpad.

[nolongerhunted]

She knows he's there. But she doesn't stop the sketch she's working on. The scene on the pad being in a multitude of colors. Basically it was how it looked outside now. That is if you walked out back. Once she's done and the finishing touches are put to it, blue eyes look towards him.

"Hello."

[shadowsfound]

"Good evening." He meets her eyes, smiling. "Nice work. Is this your job?"

[nolongerhunted]

"Thank you." Then she shakes her head. "No, this isn't my job. Just something I wanted to do." She's also dead.