"That'd be nice," Lauren said, referencing the rain. "Though honestly, at this point it doesn't much matter. I feel like I could've gone swimming and come out less soaked." At least she was in denim shorts, not jeans - the thought of being covered in wet denim was never a good one. She peeled her soaked shirt away from her skin, letting it hang loose instead of plastered uncomfortably to her, and pulled open the diner's door to head in, holding it open for Jackson behind her. The place was empty, so finding an empty booth was easy.
"So," she said as she slid into the seat to wait for a waitress, "are you a local or a transplant?" She was still occasionally surprised at how many people came into the small town of Scarlet Oak - and how many supernaturals seemed to be floating around. Especially given the size of the place. Then again, she'd done the exact same thing - a supernatural (kind of) herself, she'd bounced around until she'd landed here, where it appeared she was going to stay.