Cian & Drake | Bazaar District 12:30pm
Cian shrugged as if to say it had been nothing – not that it had actually been nothing, but this guy didn’t seem the type to go from gratitude to offering favors – and said, “Anyone would’ve done the same, I’m sure. You were a mess, the kid was unconscious, and you needed a healer. No big deal.” The appearance of altruism was its own reward this time. It paid to look like a good guy to certain people almost as much as it paid to look like a bad guy to others. Perception was everything.
“Been busy,” her said; though his tone was neutral and he was hardly going to be unfriendly, he wasn’t about to offer any details, either. “You?” Not that he didn’t know, but playing dumb seemed the safest option. A pause before he added, “Funny thing running into you here.” These sorts of places probably attracted teen girls more often than grown men. “Any thoughts on the cookies?”