"My parents were big on Christianity." Cordelia smiled warmly at the woman, both of her hands coming to rest easily on her hips. It wasn't a defensive gesture. Rather, it was one of ease. "I don't even know if my parents were religious. They were too busy flying off to exotic places for me to notice, I guess." Sometimes, rarely, Cordelia wondered how her parents were. Were they still paying back their million dollar debt in taxes? Had they finally been able to buy another house after losing theirs? Cordelia hadn't spoken to her parents in years.
Attention was quickly pulled away from her parents and focused back on Abel. "An avid shopper. Nice." This time, Cordelia's smile was even wider, even more jubilant than the one before. How did she not sense that Abel was a fake? Was Cordelia so desperate to gain a friend that she was letting herself be blindsided? Apparently so. Judging peoples' characters had become somewhat of a gift for Cordelia. Too bad it didn't come in handy right then.
"I was just about to head in for a cup of coffee. You want to come with? My treat." Oh, she was good. Cordelia didn't even have to think about it. Abel was barely able to finish her question before Cordelia jumped in, nodding enthusiastically. "I'd love to. Coffee is one of my biggest downfalls. Right under clothes, of course." With that, Cordelia spun on her Jimmy Choos, and began an easy pace toward the coffee shop, knowing that Abel would follow suit.
"So, are you from Cleveland? Or did you move here?" Small talk always had been easy for the Seer. After all, you weren't named the queen of your high school without some outgoing streaks.