Cian & Lan | The Docks 3:00pm
Fate worked in funny ways sometimes. It was hard not to notice the woman, looking prettily out of place (in her defense, by having all his teeth, Cian was a little out of place among the dockhands himself), and he had to keep himself from groaning. List of things he did not need today: crazy former lover making eyes at him, right at the top.
It rankled a bit that she might even know what he was looking to find out. But he'd rather have wrestled a behemoth bare-handed than ask.
Apparently, today was a good day in her world. What went on in this one's mind he never had been able to tell (he'd found it appealing, for about five minutes; now he just found it suspicious), but she was smiling at him like an old friend. Which she definitively was not. Exactly.
Since his path would take him by her, he had no choice but to greet her, though he kept it short: "Afternoon," followed by a nod of the head as he made his way by. And hopefully, she'd let him be on his way and that would be the end of that.