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Date: Sunday, November 25, 2012
Time: 1pm
Location: Main Street
Characters: Benjamin Kohler, Andrea Winters
Description: A simple run in between the 30-somethings.
Status: Private, In Progress
Main Street. It was quaint, wasn't it? Andrea thought that every time she visited it. It was so storybook to her. She didn't grow up in such a beautiful little town, no tourist attractions or anything for her. It was a small town in Washington, and although Seattle was quite nice it was big and thrilling, not cobble-stoned and beautiful. Despite the fact that Main Street was quite, quite large and a very long street, it was still a nice walk and she enjoyed the variety of shops it provided. She needed both groceries and to get a head start on Christmas. She had missed Black Friday, partially because she had Ezra for the whole week and she hadn't wanted to miss any time with him. However, he was out with his - boyfriend today.
That was another thing. Andy was obviously preoccupied as she walked past the stores, heading to the only place she really knew how to get to by heart at this point - The Coffee Shoppe was located near the end of Main street, and she had only parked about a block away. So, it was fortunate she didn't have to think too much about where she was going to get there. Ezra had just come out to her after Thanksgiving dinner. It had come as a bit of a shock to her - but she loved Ezra more than anything, and his happiness was more important than any preconceived notion she had of nieces and nephews and a normal kind of life. Really, they weren't destined for a normal life.
But a hunter? That's what she wasn't fond of. He was a HUNTER for Christ sakes! He was born and raised to kill things that weren't normal, plain human. Witches weren't normal, plain humans. Mana ran in their blood and they could manipulate all sorts of things. Sure, many Witches were dangerous, and it wasn't like Andy wasn't appreciative of Hunters who took out more seedy things - like dangerous rabid Werewolves on the lose, or worse, Demons who seemed to have no problem killing anything they wanted to. But to date her little brother? She wasn't sure if this was awesome because then, at least, Ezra would be quite protected, or horrific.
And so, when she came back out of the Coffee Shoppe with her coffee and a little donut in hand, it wasn't so surprising that her own distraction coupled with a few rowdy teenagers running past her enjoying their holiday, a collision would be bound to happen. The donut, fortunately, dropped in its bag and was likely to be saved after the collision, but her coffee went everywhere and she was nearly knocked to the ground - in fact, she had only managed to keep herself from falling flat on her face by putting a knee down and using her hands to keep her from falling. The kids did not seem to care whatsoever. The hot coffee went everywhere.
"SERIOUSLY?!?" She shouted, standing up and wiping the dirt and coffee off of herself as best she could. "This was a new shirt. Damn kids." She was wearing a quarter sleeved black and white horizontally striped t-shirt, a red scarf, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and black flats. It was a relatively nice and well put together outfit, too, now spattered with dirt and coffee. Her hair, which was down for the time being, was pushed behind her ears, the curls forcing their way back from their held position to fall in front of her face again. She grabbed the now empty cup and her pastry bag. Frustrated, all she could do was stand in the middle of the walkway, staring scathingly at the spot where the kids had last been.