Date: 2016-11-26 01:33 am (UTC)
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"Sounds like Grandy. He was a stickler for manners. We lived in a falling down place in the middle of the woods, but if I didn't mind my manners the world would end. Just stop. So in the interest of manners," Essie smiled and waved towards a nearby waitress. "May I order you a drink?"

She thought about making a comment regarding the wolf thing, but she lived with a siren so knowing that there were actual werewolves in town was... just another thing. Still, it made her curious. Especially in regards to handsome college professors. But she kept telling herself that this wasn't that kind of meeting, even if she was wearing a shorter-than-probably-appropriate skirt with a definitely too-tight sweater.

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