Jaime, Crowe, 9 PM
The more they interacted, the more she had to wonder what he was really. While there was a scattering of humans on the island, nearly everyone else was something not strictly human. So she defaulted to assuming he was other-than, but not sure what. There were, after all, a lot of things in the world.
She smirked faintly at his comment, glancing briefly toward the water before gazing toward the sky. She figured the fireworks should start soon enough. Another ten, fifteen minutes if they were on time. "Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise," she advised him in regard to being social.
She nodded again as he confirmed his name. "It's not a lot of people's things. Thus the after-hours stuff. Not a lot of guys want to be seen in a fru-fru place," she added with a laugh. "But who doesn't like their back rubbed, right?" To the question, she shrugged. "It's all right. Pays the bills. Not crazy about the music they play there, but ... I'm not into soothing notes and pan flutes or whatever." No, she much preferred the freedom of doing things in the spare room of her apartment. Her music, her table, her oils, her way.
"What about you? What d'you do?" She tried to think about what positions had been filled recently, but nothing really came to mind. Teacher, maybe? She was pretty sure the school had been looking recently.