And she did feel it, out of no where, it became all to centered, all to clear. Sucking in a breath, her head tilted, looking up to meet a pair of eyes. It was him. It really was him. And was standing in a bar. Something seemed so wrong with this picture, in her mind. Pushing away from a man who decided to get much closer than he was welcome, Lilith moved across the room, eyes focused on the stair case she was going to go up.
She couldn't deny the spark of fear, this was Lucifer, and in her world, you didn't just get to meet Lucifer, it was a rare thing. But there was the small annoyance. The demanding need to know what he was doing here in a club that he owned. It was beyond her, why he would want to run a club, when he could run so much more.
Up the stairs, jaw locked as a million thoughts flew through her mind. Different explanations, reasons. Different ways she would act, what she should say. How did you go about this? You don't just scold Lucifer for not doing the job he was supposed to do.
When she reached the door, she half wondered if she should knock, or just go in. But before she could really think about it, her fist raised, rapping once just so he would know, not that he didn't already, and then moved to enter the the room, determination set on her features.