Emerson absolutely adored her job at The Flower Pot. She loved being able to arrange all the different types of bouquets, especially now that the holidays were coming up, and she enjoyed Elizabeth’s company in doing so. The pay was nice too, of course, but so was being able to live in routine. The brunette arrived and left the shop promptly every day around the same time unless an abundance of orders were to be attended to and she was required to stay an extra hour or three. However, as much as she loved her routines, she also loved her Saturdays, which were her only days off of work. They were, of course, used to their full potential.
Despite not being a morning person (although, was it even considered that, if she was waking up right when the sun dipped below the horizon instead of above?), Emerson was up and ready to tackle the day as early as she physically was able to. Her hair was done, as well as her makeup, and an outfit was thrown together all within a matter of minutes. Emerson wasn’t exactly the type of person to take super long in getting ready. practice made perfect, or something like that. Afterward, she’d head out to a coffee shop and get the usual. Since Halloween was done and over, 'the usual' had switched from a pumpkin coffee with lots of whipped cream - and sprinkles, if she had the regular barista - to a peppermint mocha coffee with lots of whipped in a cute red and green cup. From there, she’d take her drink to her silently claimed corner, stick an earbud in her right ear, and busy herself with a book or a coloring page. If there wasn’t anything specific to do in her day, she’d take as long as she wanted.
That particular Saturday, however, Emerson was scheduled to meet with Bjorn. She wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d be contacting her or how he’d be contacting her, for that matter, so she kept her phone close by with the ringtone on its highest volume and her mind clear, which meant her earbuds were tucked away in her bag for the day. Did listening to Christmas music interfere with telepathic communication? She decided it was better to be safe than sorry. And, as it turned out, she didn’t end up missing out on much. Seasonal music filtered through hidden speakers in the cafe, allowing Emerson to hum along to them as she worked. Today was a coloring day, so it seemed.
After burning her tongue three times and breaking two of colored pencils without a sharpener to fix them with, Emerson called it quits. Her half-finished page of a snowy scenery was shut between the pages of her book and slid into her practically empty backpack, just behind the gun she was always now seeming to keep on hand. And some extra ammo, because she’d learned from her mistakes. And a new first aid kit, too. It was much bigger than the one she had first pulled out to use some time ago, and thus, a bit more expensive. It did, however, come with a lot more supplies, ones that seemed useful enough for wounds made by monster claws or striking bullets. She kept the stickers, though.
Backpack on her shoulders and empty cup tossed in the nearest trashcan, Emerson set out to the nearby shops. She was planning on doing some grocery shopping for the week and seeing what kind of deals were popping up, because she was planning on getting her holiday shopping done early, mind you. How many people would she be shopping for? Emerson tallied off the people on her fingers as she walked, easily dodging around a stranger that came a bit too close for comfort. Not that many, so it seemed. And for half of them, she had no idea what to get. Frowning, the girl pulled her jacket tighter around her body before fumbling with the zipper. The change in season and temperature was apparent, but it was her own fault for not dressing appropriately. She figured since she was always cold that she’d be able to handle it, and she could, but only to an extent. Ducking inside one of the first shops she spotted in hopes of warming up and finding something or other that could pass as a halfway decent gift, Emerson subconsciously awaited for a message from Bjorn.
Despite not being a morning person (although, was it even considered that, if she was waking up right when the sun dipped below the horizon instead of above?), Emerson was up and ready to tackle the day as early as she physically was able to. Her hair was done, as well as her makeup, and an outfit was thrown together all within a matter of minutes. Emerson wasn’t exactly the type of person to take super long in getting ready. practice made perfect, or something like that. Afterward, she’d head out to a coffee shop and get the usual. Since Halloween was done and over, 'the usual' had switched from a pumpkin coffee with lots of whipped cream - and sprinkles, if she had the regular barista - to a peppermint mocha coffee with lots of whipped in a cute red and green cup. From there, she’d take her drink to her silently claimed corner, stick an earbud in her right ear, and busy herself with a book or a coloring page. If there wasn’t anything specific to do in her day, she’d take as long as she wanted.
That particular Saturday, however, Emerson was scheduled to meet with Bjorn. She wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d be contacting her or how he’d be contacting her, for that matter, so she kept her phone close by with the ringtone on its highest volume and her mind clear, which meant her earbuds were tucked away in her bag for the day. Did listening to Christmas music interfere with telepathic communication? She decided it was better to be safe than sorry. And, as it turned out, she didn’t end up missing out on much. Seasonal music filtered through hidden speakers in the cafe, allowing Emerson to hum along to them as she worked. Today was a coloring day, so it seemed.
After burning her tongue three times and breaking two of colored pencils without a sharpener to fix them with, Emerson called it quits. Her half-finished page of a snowy scenery was shut between the pages of her book and slid into her practically empty backpack, just behind the gun she was always now seeming to keep on hand. And some extra ammo, because she’d learned from her mistakes. And a new first aid kit, too. It was much bigger than the one she had first pulled out to use some time ago, and thus, a bit more expensive. It did, however, come with a lot more supplies, ones that seemed useful enough for wounds made by monster claws or striking bullets. She kept the stickers, though.
Backpack on her shoulders and empty cup tossed in the nearest trashcan, Emerson set out to the nearby shops. She was planning on doing some grocery shopping for the week and seeing what kind of deals were popping up, because she was planning on getting her holiday shopping done early, mind you. How many people would she be shopping for? Emerson tallied off the people on her fingers as she walked, easily dodging around a stranger that came a bit too close for comfort. Not that many, so it seemed. And for half of them, she had no idea what to get. Frowning, the girl pulled her jacket tighter around her body before fumbling with the zipper. The change in season and temperature was apparent, but it was her own fault for not dressing appropriately. She figured since she was always cold that she’d be able to handle it, and she could, but only to an extent. Ducking inside one of the first shops she spotted in hopes of warming up and finding something or other that could pass as a halfway decent gift, Emerson subconsciously awaited for a message from Bjorn.
