Motor Mouth and All Ears (Avery)

[Kiba]

Jordan Grace

Jordan was new to town, having just moved here about a week ago. She just finished unpacking and moving into her little, one bedroom apartment. It was a little, cozy place that she had managed to get for a fairly cheap price. Of course, it wasn't in the best of neighborhoods, but she couldn't complain. After all, who would mess with her? She was, after all, a Lycan. Even so, she doesn't look like much of a thread in her human form, since she was a tiny brunette girl with chocolate brown eyes. Because of this, she had a pocket knife, its blade being three inches in length.

At that current moment, though, she wasn't in her neighborhood. In fact, she wasn't in any neighborhood at all. She was downtown, a newspaper folded in her hand and a red pen in the other. On the newspaper, there were several marks; circles, X's, and the occasional question mark. She was job hunting of course. After all, she had to make money some how. She had looked at several places; bars, fancy restaurants, McDonalds, and more. None of them seemed to want to hire her, for different reasons of course.

Deciding that she deserved a break, she entered a little cafe. She moved towards the counter and ordered a Grande White Chocolate Mocha with a two teaspoons of sugar. About a minute later, her coffee was given to her and she moved back outside of the little cafe. She sat down at one of the black tables and set her purse on the ground, next to her feet. She took a sip of her coffee and looked down at the newspaper.

"I've never worked a day in my life, how am I supposed to find a job now?"

[avery]

Haytham didn't often leave his job for his breaks, but he really felt the need for a good cup of coffee. Or, rather, he felt like he was going to fall asleep if he didn't have a cup of coffee. There was a little cafe that one of his coworkers recommended and he'd gone there, since it was closest and he didn't really feel like spending time actually trying to pick between where to get his caffeinated beverage.

The smell was enough to wake him up slightly. The waitress hardly blinked when he asked for the strongest, sweetest thing on the menu, and a few minutes later he had something that he could practically taste the caffeine in. He was pretty sure the only thing that was keeping him from tasting it was the sugar.

It was, very simply, beautiful.

He didn't really feel lie going back right away -- he hadn't taken a lunch break, so he could justify lingering -- but there weren't any empty tables, and only one person seemed not to have company. So he exited the shop and made his way to her table, hesitating before tapping on the table slightly, so he didn't just frighten her from her newspaper with a sudden voice. "I, er, I mean. Do you mind? If I sit here? There aren't any other open tables and -- I don't want to be a bother."

[Kiba]

Jordan Grace

She looked up at the tap, her chocolate eyes meeting the dark haired boy in front of her. She listened to his question and gave him a friendly, nervous smile. "Oh, yes, of course," she said, waving a hand for him to sit down across, or next, to her. She didn't mind either way. After all, it was rather crowded in here, as well as a bit loud. Having company with her would probably make her stand out less here too.

"Sorry. I wont be a bother. I'm just looking for a job in the news paper- and you probably don't care," she said, realizing that she was explaining herself without having to. Her face heated up from embarrassment as she looked back at the newspaper she was holding in her delicate hands.

It was quiet between them. She didn't know if she should talk or not. Heck, even if she did, she didn't talk much. She sighed at the thought and took a few sips of her coffee before setting the cup back down.

[avery]

He was surprised she'd said yes -- most people, even in a smaller community, tended not to like to open themselves up to strangers -- but he had an idea of it when she revealed she was looking for a job in the newspaper. He hadn't even heard of anyone really doing that in ages; rumor had it that the newspaper didn't really pay attention to the job openings. Or so he'd heard back from a teacher in high school. Things may have changed slightly.

Haytham wouldn't rebuke her statement that he probably didn't care -- there was some part of him that didn't care about this near stranger -- so he just went on to saying, "I think you might have better luck bringing a resume around to businesses. From what I've heard, most of the owners around here will try to help people out."

It was kind of sort of how he got his job too, so there was that.

He chanced a glance at her newspaper, his eyebrows raising slightly at the amount of red, and added, "Since it doesn't look like you're having much luck that way. Er, was that mean? Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean."