By all rights, Kiley should have headed home by now. Her shift was over, she'd met up with Roxy for coffee, and yet... here she was, sitting at one of the side tables, idly playing with the straw in her now-empty iced tea. All that was waiting for her at home was the TV, lukewarm leftovers, and if she was lucky, her brother Corwin would be there to talk to. Just like it used to be, when she was still locked up in her house, dealing with her parents' death and being turned into a werewolf. This time, though, it was for entirely different reasons.
But there were good things - she was going running with Alanna tomorrow, on her day off. Granted, Kiley wasn't sure how that would work out, and how Alanna would react to her wolf form, but it was worth a shot. Anything that kept her mind off the fact that Cedric was gone and she'd never see him again. If she had things to keep her busy, she wouldn't think about it so much.
Sitting here at work, by herself, while her co-workers started the routine of cleaning the store? Not exactly helping. Kiley sighed and started to pack up her things, tossing the book she'd been pretending to read into her bag, along with the scruchie that had tied back her hair earlier. She was still in her work clothes - black pants, a long sleeved black shirt with a black polo over it, so her scars were hidden - and it had never occurred to her to change into something more presentable. Who cared what she looked like?
She was starting to make her way towards the door when she caught the scent - something familiar, but it was the distinct hint of a wolf that caught Kiley off guard. She'd recognize Corwin's scent anywhere, or Morgan's, but this was female. And, with a quick glance around the store, she found its source.
"...Vendela?" she asked, blinking a few times. What the hell? She's not a wolf... right? Kiley's senses were clearly telling her otherwise.