03-25-2015, 05:29 PM
Torri was browsing the restaurant's stews when someone new came inside. She had previously ignored the other patron beyond a passing glance. This new individual, however, earned more than the former's cursory examination. The way he carried himself, militant in his presence, rose red flags in her mind. Nothing warranted action, but a lifetime of awareness of her surroundings suggested she keep an eye on him.
Thus, upon returning her inspection of the menu, she was startled that he came and stood over her. There were plenty of tables, lots of room, and her sense of social space felt infringed upon.
She lowered the menu and her posture straightened, not overly suspicious or threatened, but wary. His accent immediately identified him as Russian, and the friendly invitation seemed out of character for these usually cold, sterile people. Her brow furrowed slightly like she had trouble understanding him, but it wasn't his words she didn't comprehend.
"I'm fine. Thank you."
A woman shouldn't eat alone? Were they a hundred years in the past? Her feathers were slightly ruffled in that he assumed she was alone, or for that matter, was incapable of eating alone. She wanted to immerse herself in civilization, sure, but his forwardness was disturbing. Then there was the warning in the back of her mind. He's dangerous.
He retreated to his companion, and meanwhile, Torri dug out her Wallet.
She sent Drayson a message.
"Any chance you're out and about? If so, stop in for a cup of tea, if you have time." Along with the message, she included her location.
As she put the phone aside, she realized something odd. The message had been sent to Drayson, but she would have preferred Michael's company. Despite everything, despite her own intuition, she trusted him.
But she dismissed the notion. It was only from spending so much time around him lately, and she'd barely seen Drayson all this time. He was the logical choice. Hopefully he would come.
Thus, upon returning her inspection of the menu, she was startled that he came and stood over her. There were plenty of tables, lots of room, and her sense of social space felt infringed upon.
She lowered the menu and her posture straightened, not overly suspicious or threatened, but wary. His accent immediately identified him as Russian, and the friendly invitation seemed out of character for these usually cold, sterile people. Her brow furrowed slightly like she had trouble understanding him, but it wasn't his words she didn't comprehend.
"I'm fine. Thank you."
A woman shouldn't eat alone? Were they a hundred years in the past? Her feathers were slightly ruffled in that he assumed she was alone, or for that matter, was incapable of eating alone. She wanted to immerse herself in civilization, sure, but his forwardness was disturbing. Then there was the warning in the back of her mind. He's dangerous.
He retreated to his companion, and meanwhile, Torri dug out her Wallet.
She sent Drayson a message.
"Any chance you're out and about? If so, stop in for a cup of tea, if you have time." Along with the message, she included her location.
As she put the phone aside, she realized something odd. The message had been sent to Drayson, but she would have preferred Michael's company. Despite everything, despite her own intuition, she trusted him.
But she dismissed the notion. It was only from spending so much time around him lately, and she'd barely seen Drayson all this time. He was the logical choice. Hopefully he would come.