He quirked an eyebrow at her. All Kain knew was the Family- that and life on the streets and life at The Wire was infinitely preferable.
“Weeknights are usually quieter than this. Mondays especially,” he answered, knowing that was not exactly her question.
She bit her lip, steeling herself, and nodded. Another glass slammed against the counter, and Sheska winced and jumped. "R-right."
"Mmpf!" The tiny archivist was startled- and as he pulled away, she waved him off. "No problem, Ed. Anons will get you everytime! Be careful!" Was her face flushed?
“How are you this fine evening?”
“I-I’m fine, sir! C-can I help you?” She offered a sloppy salute and her emerald eyes sparkled at him.
“I’m Kain- Kain F-Fuery.” He smiled at her tentatively and stood up, pushing his glasses up his nose unnecessarily.
She stepped a bit closer, breath catching as she could see him clearly. “H-hi, Kain. It’s nice to meet you!” Sheska crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at him.