Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
It seemed safe enough. Small, comfortable, definitely smelling of tea, but at least tea wasn't as brazenly offensive to his sense of smell as coffee was. Aiden watched as a woman approached and spoke to him. English obviously not her first language, accent placing her in Eastern Europe ... yes, it was probably her. Katya, his mind supplied.
After she finished speaking, he was silent a few seconds longer as nothing - no words, no remarks, nothing at all - came into his head. He just stared at her as blankly as he'd stared at the shopfront. He had no idea why; it just happened, like he was trying to place her in his memories as something other than The Fortuneteller From The Building.
"I'm not looking for tea right now, but ... you're Katya, right? You tell fortunes?" Well done, he thought to himself, a stunning rally from otherwise blank stupidity. "We spoke on the building forum yesterday. I'm Aiden Shepard. 307."