Moments IC [FallenWolf x Luxury]
Nim still wasn't sure why she'd chosen Seattle. It was just another big, dirty city. She could have gone to New York, or Detroit, or even Portland. But she'd chosen Seattle. And now she was stuck here, wingless, unless she found and rehabilitated a lost soul. Not that there was a lack of lost souls in Seattle, but none of them were what she was looking for. None of them were worth the effort of saving personally- most of them would save themselves in the end.
She'd spent the last few weeks in dingy cafes downtown, where the angst-filled, suicidal artists were more likely to lurk. She wasn't wrong, but they weren't what she was looking for either. Apparently, Seattle was just filled with whiners. This particular night, she'd chosen a cozy spot called 'Blue Cafe', warmly lit and covered in mismatched furniture and beanbag chairs, complete with a fire lit towards the back wall.
Nim was seated at a table near the middle of the cafe, sipping a French Vanilla and watching the door from the corner of her eye, pretending to be reading a book of poetry. The only other people were a middle-aged man with two suitcases and a dead expression, and the waitress, who was talking quietly into her cellphone behind the counter.
Now, she only had to wait.