As Nina entered the diner a waitress greeted her, inviting the young lycan to sit anywhere. Nina removed her coat and laid it in a booth, straightened her purple cowl neck sweater, and had a seat.
She had ate in the diner for the past six nights at roughly the same time. Nina did this not because of the menu, though she did enjoy the homemade lasagna and the apple pie was quite delicious. The young werewolf knew she needed to assimilate herself into the town quickly. She needed to be seen as a part of the Odessa community. She needed to be seen as one of
them. Within the last twelve days Nina had not only bought a building, she had done her best to endear herself to the local main street shop owners. Nina had bought her furniture from the store across the street and hired a couple of the employees to not only deliver it but to assemble it for her as well. She bought her tools and paint from the local hardware store, and used the electrician suggested by the hardware store. What little food she had in her refrigerator was purchased at the local grocer's.
No sooner than she had picked up the small menu from the table a young woman plopped herself down across from her. Nina quirked a brow. "Hi, I'm really sorry for practically stalking you but I noticed that you had a sign out saying you needed help in your new bookstore and I wondered if I could maybe get an application or something? I'm new around here and I want something to help get my feet on the ground." The woman, who probably wasn't much older than Nina spoke quickly. Nina's initial reaction was one of agitation for being disturbed, but her annoyance soon turned to pleasantry as learn the stranger was asking for a job.
Her satiny pink lips curled into a pleasant smile. "
I don't have any applications to give," Nina said politely. "
But, I am looking for some help. I probably can't afford to pay you above minimum wage to start, and the job may require some lifting and possibly climbing up and down ladders." The stranger sitting across from her had usually white hair. Nina could make out a blonde strand here and there, but she could not tell if it was natural or a wig. The woman's hair suddenly reminded her of..... Nina hastily blinked the memory away.