After a frantic exchange of text messages with the wonderful Eric, for moral support, Natalie had finally convinced herself not to chicken out of her meeting with Dex. She hadn't done anything like this in, well, ever--except for her meeting with Parker P. Whitley at the agency--and she felt a little guilty for going out to meet Dex when she'd actually--albeit inadvertently--stood Eric up on several occasions, but thanks to her training with Camelot she finally felt as if she had her magic under enough control that she needed to just get over it.
Anyway, she'd hopped the MTN to Chicago, and gone down to the pub that Dex had indicated--both hands clad in fingerless mesh gloves to camouflage the fact that she kept her left palm wrapped in a gauze bandage and sports tape--and taken up a seat in a quiet corner not too far from the entrance. She wasn't exactly gangly like she'd said, but she was still a little bashful, so while she wasn't exactly hiding, she didn't want to make herself too obvious to anyone else who might be trolling for a hookup.
She was grateful when the guy dressed as Dex had described himself seemed to spot her, waving in return and offering her right hand in greeting. "Dex?" she asked, hoping she had the right guy in the green army jacket, "I'm Kel." So called because even she had a hard time telling where Natalie ended and her reincarnate, Keleios, began.