Elina hurries down the street. She has no time for idle chatter with Shelly or the new tenant who will leave her alone just like everyone else. 

She runs to the cafe he requested to meet her at.

He was always like this, always making her run to him instead of meeting her during her own time. Part of her believes it's because he never forgave her for their first encounter. Then again who could blame him. It was obvious she wasn't sorry and she wasn't going to be anytime soon to say the least.

She swerves around a group of people waiting for the bus along with the tall and stubby apprehensions that surround them. She can run through the foggy beings if she wants to but she always got goosebumps whenever she did and would much rather not deal with it. Especially since she is meeting him. The man who gave her enough anxiety to last a week.

When she was younger she had been bolder even daring to grab his gleaming pistol at one point leading to her being haunted by apprehensions for a week. Now that she was nearing twenty two she much rather not even be close to him finding herself plagued by grotesque beings for a day just from his presence.

She ignores the thought as she reaches the bustling cafe at last. She takes a deep breath before exhaling. 

She can already see him at a table through the glass window sipping a cup of coffee from a white ceramic cup. His arms are folded as his hat sits upon the wooden table. He doesn't look a day over twenty five as he sits with an air of prestige and wealth. Well that was until he started to smile at nothing. 

She lets out a scoff of disdain and rushes to the entrance that gives a soft ring when she entered. 

"Welcome," She hears someone say beyond the black counter. 

She hardly notices the barista as she quickly slides into the cold chair in front of him and folds her hands in a calm manner that they both knew was faked respect. 

"Mr. Neto," She says with formality that will melt away in a few minutes.

"Elina," He nods. "How have you been sweetie?" He shoots a grin.

She cringes and he finds it most amusing as his smile widens. "Just fine Mr. Neto and you?" She responds.

"Oh just the typical world jumping, wisp killing, nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"I beg a differ." She retorts.

He smirks taking another sip of coffee. "Why do you think that?" 

She takes her hands off the table forcing herself to meet his golden eyes. "You have yet to tell me what I am."

He gently lowers his cup, making her wonder if she caught him off guard. He gives a wide eye stare that matches his gaping mouth but he quickly catches himself and turns away. It's a movement she is familiar with.

"Don't try to change the subject." She says before he can.

He does anyways. "Have you used your dagger?"

She rolls her eyes. "What did I just say?"

"This is related to that." He glances to her choker. "Well, have you?"