Cynthia glanced outside and back at the clock. It was almost six that evening, the festival would be starting shortly. She glanced down at her attire; a pair of black leggings and pink tank-top with a pink windbreaker jacket. She one white sneakers and her hair pulled back in a messy and loose bun. Her eyes were puffy and she knew she probably looked terrible. She put a twenty dollar bill on the counter. She thought briefly about just staying home tonight, not going to the festival at all, but she could just hear her grandfather's lecture going on in her head right now. He'd tell her to quit mopping, to get her ass up and go have fun. And that's just what'd she'd do, or try to do anyways. Sighing softly, she turned to leave, but her eyes fell on a girl who ordered four shots of some alcoholic drink, and something about the girl caught Cynthia's attention. Something about her screamed non-human. There wasn't a daylight ring on her fingers or around her neck, she didn't smell like dog, so that left one other option. Witch. Was she like her? Cynthia thought about walking up to her, but decided against it. Instead, she walked by the girl and go in her 2011 Eclipse.

After reaching her one bedroom apartment, she went inside and took a quick and hot shower. The towel was wrapped around in her hair as she picked out a pale blue skirt that flowed out around her knees and a white blouse. She put on a pair of white sandals and let her hair out of the towel, brushing and blow drying through it, making sure all the tangles were out before running a flat iron through it. When it met her satisfaction, she brushed her teeth and put on some natural colored make-up. After she was dressed and ready, she sprayed some Juicy Couture perfume on her and grabbed the keys up to her Eclipse. Honestly, she was exhausted and didn't feel like doing it, but at the same time and figured this would help get her mind off everything, so it was worth a shot. She got back into her car and headed back to the square.

After finding a spot for her car, which wasn't easy since the square was already filling up, she cut the engine off and got out. The square was decorated in colorful streamers, flags, it was.. festive. She went to walk towards where the groups were already gathering. Music blared over various speakers spread out, coming from a van towards the middle of the square. She sighed softly, fumbling with her fingers as she looked for someone she knew, there had to be someone. She wondered if that girl was at the Grill still, and if she was, maybe she could talk to her. It would be nice to know another witch, but the odds weren't in her favor, she probably wasn't still there. It was a far fetched idea. She found a bench and took a seat, taking in the cool fall breeze. It felt nice, and relaxed her.

________________

Bryce reached the square of Mystic Falls soon enough, parking his car where he was almost certain it wouldn't get hit, his car was his pride and joy. Getting out, he locked it up and stuck the keys in his pocket and headed to the famous Mystic Falls Grill, where all the teens and adults hung out. By day it was a nice bar and grill and at night it was more of a bar than anything. He entered it and ordered himself rum and coke before his eyes fell on a beautiful brunette sitting not far from him. Something about her facial expression showered wariness, or the loss of someone she loved. He watched as the bartender brought her four shots of some dark liquid. She must have had a hard day. He thanked the bartender for his drink and glanced towards her briefly out the corner of his eye. "Rough day?" He asked, a slight accent to his voice as he spoke. He took a small sip from his drink.

He could tell she wasn't human, the smell of her blood pumping through her body was different, and a smell he would recognize anywhere; she was a witch. What type of witch? He turned completely towards her. "I hate these things, don't you? But, as a resident of this place I always fell obligated to attend, support the town, you know." He said, shrugging. He was pretty good at making small talk, it's how he got his meals, but he didn't want that from this girl. She looked like she could take him down rather quickly, he wouldn't admit it to anyone. He finished his rum and coke in one more gulp, setting the small crystal glass down and ordering another one. "I'm Bryce Holloway." He introduced, holding out his hand for her to take.