He’d planned for a night on the town with somebody he’d started to fall for, which wasn’t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn’t do ‘love’ all that frequently, but he’d certainly thought… He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn’t have been standing alone on the side of the road. He was dressed in his best, leather-clad nonetheless. Kicking the edge of the street’s pavement with the toe of his combat boot, he muttered to himself, “Bloody emotions… Knew they ‘ad to be useless…”
The sound of a woman’s voice caught his attention, causing him to turn as her hand brushed over his shoulder. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he replied, “Ello.” He had to think about the question, dark brown eyes flickering through a series of moods before he finally said, “Yes, I’m al’ight… Just a bit lost, I s’ppose.” Shrugging his black-clad shoulders, he told her, “Got left ‘ere after a bit of an argument.”“Wh—well, sure. I think I still have some … ” She stopped, rifling through her pantry mentally, then offered him a smile. “Come upstairs with me and we’ll see what I have.” She jerked her head at the stairs, red braid swinging out from behind her back. “My name is Summer. Come on, sweetie.”The Mesmer’s lips curled into a small smile as he thanked her, “Alright, thank you.” He nodded appreciatively at the woman as he glanced briefly at the stairs. Following her up them, he introduced himself as well, “My name’s Vex.” He felt odd talking to the lady; she seemed too kind to be associating with him, truly, but he wasn’t going to complain either. After all, she was being a good host.
Summer set her hand to the latch, pausing for a moment, then pushed the door open. Feline ears popped up from a couch, flicked once, and subsided. “Ignore the cats,” she told Vex, and “make yourself at home. How do you like your coffee?” He seemed ill-at-ease, which she could understand a little bit; they knew nothing each of the other, but that didn’t seem quite right with how he was feeling.