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André Broussard

A few weeks ago André met his sibling Grace, he felt linked to her, she reminds him of his missing sister Abelle , she is not physically alike, perhaps it is the fact to feel in family again, although he still does not know her well because they have only spoken once, for André it was enough, he never makes a mistake with the first look, and she inspires him with confidence, regardless, she is her sibling and blood means a lot to Andre.
Talking with her, the issue of watches comes up, she is a thief like him, she keeps all the stolen watches to disarm them and see how they work.
Watches were always a weakness for him, he learned to repair them and for a time he was involved in the sale of fake copies of luxury brand watches.
His businessman soul saw here the opportunity to do business, if both join their skills and knowledge.
Andre has come up with a plan, he has been very busy the last few days, organizing everything and finally he is ready to make the proposal to Grace, hoping to surprise her.
He called her saying he had to talk with her and now he is waiting at Veil Tower apartment 906.
He is sitting in a comfortable armchair looking at the spacious luxuriously decorated room.
The counters show gleaming watches from well-known and sought-after brands, they all seem real for an ordinary person, only the eye of an expert after a thorough examination, could tell they are fake.
André smiles satisfied thinking of the money they will earn with this business while he waits for Grace.

Grace Batton : The evening had already begun, when she received the call from André. He wished to meet with her, at a place called Veil Tower. Grace had never been to the building before, but had seen it in passing. She usually spent her nights taking long walks, while filling her pockets with the things she would snatch off humans. It still amazed her, how the humans never caught her. Grace never tried this with any fellow vampires. She knew many possessed powers beyond her imagination. Still, when it came to humans, she felt almost like one of the spirits she too often passed in the streets. She felt unnoticed, and this was how she liked it during her walks.

It would be nice to see André again. She knew her sire had turned others, and it had been nice to meet one of them. So when he had called, Grace would make her way over right away. He had not spoken of a particular reason for wanting to talk but it was obviously something important. She welcomed the opportunity to see him. Once arriving at the tower, she would walk in and feel a little lost for a moment. It would not take her long to find the elevator, and soon she found herself before the place he wished to meet with her. Grace didn't bother with knocking, but simply would walk inside. She stood at the entrance for a moment, in awe.

"André? What is this place?" She wondered aloud, greeting him with one of her rare small smiles. Turning to one of the cases, she mused over the pretty watches. Her fingers lingering over the cases, she was tempted to take them out and inspect them. Glancing over her shoulder to him, she questioned him further. "Is this place yours?" She would guess it to be, he looked to be comfortable, as if he owned the place. Grace didn't see or hear anyone else in the shop. "This place looks amazing."


André Broussard

André looks at Grace smiling, she is a beautiful vampiress with native american features, nobody could imagine that innocent and sweet face hides a consummate and skilled thief, one should never be carried away by appearances.
André gets up looking as Grace walks the counters admiring the clocks, while he smiles amused
"First welcome and answering your question, this place is ours if you agree, but you better come and make yourself comfortable"

He points to the armchair
"Please sit down my dear, you must be wondering why I have called you, I have a lot to tell you about the plans I have for us, we have a lot to talk".

André waits for Grace and once she sits down, like a gentleman, he'll do it.

Grace Batton : His words caught her off guard. His words lingered with her. This place is ours… What ever could he mean? Her smile brightened a little more, and would actually linger as she took a seat. "Yes, André, you had better explain. Though I do like the sound of things so far." With the last of her words, her eyes would linger around the room. She took in the dark color or the room, with it's splash of red. The place was beautiful. Part of her even questioned the reality of it all. Could this be real, or am I dreaming?

André Broussard

André looks at Grace, she seems excited about what he said.
"Do you remember the first time we spoke? You told me you liked watches, you took them apart to see how they work, you also told me that you are a thief like me and that you keep all the stolen watches. I have been thinking for a while about starting a business to profit from stolen watches and earn more money if I sold it by lot on the black market. But for that I needed a partner, to be able to start the business. Those watches you just admired are all fake, armed with salvaged parts from the stolen watches. So I propose you to be my partner fifty fifty, If we both combine our experiences and skills we can make a lot of money scamming the unwary.
I'm sorry but I took your answer for granted, but just in case, I built this business to impress and try to convince you "

Looking into her eyes André waits for her answer.

Grace Batton : "André, you are serious, truly?" She was at a loss for more words at the moment. He had done all of this, to impress her; and get her to work with him. Never had anyone done something so grand, to ask her to be a part of something. Standing once again, she would move back to one of the cases full of watches. They looked so beautiful, she could not even tell they were forgeries. As she spoke then, Grace hoped her words didn't have the man changing his mind about working with her. "I do love watches. They remind me of my grandfather. He always wore two. He showed me when I was very young, how to take them apart." Her eyes lingered from the display case, to the several watches that graced both of her wrists. Turning then, she would face André. " I have never been successful at reassembling them though. But I can definitely acquire many watches, and help with disassembly. You could teach me? How to build watches like these?".

André Broussard

He looks at Grace, she can't hide her enthusiasm; she seems a girl in a toy store, and André smirks.
"I never spoke more seriously Grace, I think we will be a good scam couple, of course I will teach you everything I know about clocks, but I have much more to show you"

He winks at her as he walks towards one of the showcases and pressing a button concealed in a corner, a door slides from the wall showing a carpeted corridor
"follow me and I'll show you where the magic is born"


Grace Batton : She was filled with such Joy, that she had not felt in so long. André had done all of this, and wanted her to be a part of it. He would ask for her to follow him, and Grace was surprised when a secret room was revealed. "You are just full of surprises, André. I definitely want in though. I want to learn, and be a partner with you, in all of this." She would gesture around, before walking into the room he had opened the door too. Walking to one of the work spaces, she would investigate all the different items upon the table. Bright eyes lingered over to André, she still could not believe he was asking her to be a part of all of this. She felt very grateful,and blessed to have the man in her life. Things had felt so dark before, but now she could see a light and purpose again. "Thank you André, for thinking of me and wishing me to be a part of this with you. So, show me around. What are your plans? When can we start?" Walking over to him, she would go to give him a hug. She could not even recall the last time she had even wanted to hug anyone, let anyone done so.

André Broussard
André can see Grace's enthusiasm, he feels very happy to be able to share with her his new business. Since he arrived he has been alone, although Mortll frequently summons him, she has her own businesses, and she is very busy most of the time, he has not complained, but he felt alone and needed someone to share with.
He does not want be a street junk seller, he has big plans and to make them he needs a partner, and who better than his sibling.
Grace will be his new partner in this business and he hopes they will both climb to the top, steal and cheat together and make a lot of money. Not bad for two street dog
"We have already started my dear"
He smiles at her.
"As you can see this is the workshop, here we will change cheap watches for new luxury brand watches, we have all the necessary machinery to achieve it. I will train you in the art of watchmaking, you should not worry I know you will do well, imagine all those stolen watches, the black market pays a few dollars, turned into pieces of thousands of dollars. If everything goes according to plan, in no time we need new employees and you and I will be the face of our business, two respectable citizens"

He saw Grace do not miss details of the workplaces, and he enjoys watching her.
"come give me your hand I have more surprises for you"


Grace Batton : He made it all sound so easy, and it was clear a lot of thought had gone into it all. This could really work. Grace was hopeful. It was all she could dream of. Never had she set such high goals for herself but with his help it could all be possible. Not only did André want her to work with him, but he was willing to take the time to teach her. Grace could not recall the last time she had smiled so much. It felt refreshing. She found herself taking off her extra watched, and setting them out on one of the work tables. She definitely wanted to work in them later.

The tools he had were far nicer than what she had been using. It was no wonder the watches never worked correctly after she disassembled them with her tools she kept. Everything looked so sophisticated. With mention of more surprises, Grace could not even guess what more he could show her. It was all so thrilling. Taking hold of his hand, she would give it a light squeeze. "Thank you André. Lead the way. I can't wait to work in the shop. Everything looks so fancy. Truly this will be an adventure. A profitable one at that."

André Broussard
André takes Grace's hand, her squeezes feel nice, and he squeezes back her little hand.
As he guided her through the corridor, crossing the showroom to another door.
"Yes dear, it looks fancy and must look fancy, do you think someone will spend a fortune buying a watch in a pigsty, no way"

He opens the door and introduces her to the office, wood coffered , leather armchairs, a large mahogany desk, and expensive fluffy persian rugs André stole from a mansion, long ago.
"Here we will close the big business, the billionaires likes be spoiled"

He looks at how he is dressed, and then he looks at her laughing, they look like two rascals.
"First lesson, the important thing in the scam business is to look trustworthy, more important to appear than be.
We look like two poor thieves, we have to buy new outfits, shopping time my dear, nobody will buy us anything if we look like this, don't worry about the money, the house pays".

He plunges his hand into his trouser pocket, pulling out a solid gold Rolex for women.
"This is for you, it's not fake how we sell here, it's authentic, it will look better on your wrist than in my pocket."
André hands the watch to Grace, smiling, waiting to surprise her.

Grace Batton : As he guided her back through the showroom, Grace's eyes would linger once more around the room. He spoke of a needed professional setting to help sell the product. It made sense to her, to look the part, would help. They would enter a new room then, and she would take it all in, as he spoke of new clothing. Glancing down, she definitely knew she didn't look the sort to be working in such a luxurious place. "That would actually be very nice. Can't even recall the last time I actually shopped for anything nice." André would continue with his surprises, when he handed her the gold watch. "Oh, André it's beautiful!" Shared as she would put it on her wrist, holding out her hand to admire it. Never before had she worn anything so expensive. "Thank you." She felt as if she could not thank him enough, for all he had done. Grace would press a kiss to his cheek, before moving over to the desk. Her hand would move across the surface as she tried to imagine what it was going to be like working here with him.

André Broussard
André sees how Grace enjoys the moment, he feels happy, he laughs when she tries on the watch, it really looks very good on her wrist. There is no time to lose, "time is money" is never better applied, we will make money with these time keepers. They should go shopping for clothes and start promoting the business, perhaps advertising on radio and TV. He thinks about all these things when Grace surprises him with a kiss on his cheek, he does not know how he would react, he does not remember the last time someone kissed him.
He tries to get out of this embarrassing situation.
" Come on, we have a lot to do, I have the motorcycle parked at the entrance of the building "
Visibly disturbed by the kiss, he turns and walks towards the door, perhaps he was rude, but that was his reaction to an unexpected gesture of affection, André realizes it and turns his head towards Grace with a smile
"I hope you like motorcycles little sister".
He offers his hand waiting for her

Grace Batton : She still feels overwhelmed by his kindness. None has ever done so much for her, ever and now he wanted to take her shopping. Grace was not the best judge of style, if it is her opinion he wants. It's true she is in need of a new look, to work in such a high end shop. Even if the merchandise they are selling is not true high quality. They want people to believe it is, so one must look the part to pull off such a con. He mentions a motorcycle and she is obviously hesitant. Much like he was, when she had kissed his cheek in gratitude. Grace made a mental note not to do that again, but the watch had just been such a grand gift. She felt a little bad she had nothing to give him in return.

"I have never been on a motorcycle before. Aren't they dangerous?" She had not even been back in a car, since the accident that nearly killed her. Her mind went over all the horrible things that could happen on a motorcycle, but reminded herself she was a vampire now. She could heal faster, should anything happen. "I trust you though… Guess I could give it a try." Said before taking his hand, the smile she held was smaller but she was trying not to look worried.

André Broussard
She looks a little worried, about the motorcycle ride and he with a smile tries to calm her by gently squeezing her hand, he looks into her eyes
"Don't worry my dear I am a great driver, but even so I was not, we are vampires we are not going to die from a fall, I promise you next time I will bring the car, by the way, do you know how to drive a car? "
He needs to move quickly through the city, the motorcycle is more comfortable for that purpose, if she knows how to drive, he will give his car to her that way they will both save time, and if necessary flee from the damn soldiers and police who infect the streets.
He pulls her hand and leaves the business without waiting for an answer.
"We can continue talking after buying, there are many details to discuss"
André smiles at Grace, holding her hand
"Please excuse me my dear, for being so gross, if you prefer we can take the transit, we have one a few blocks away, and it leaves us where we want to go"

Grace Batton : "Oh! It's ok, we can take the motorcycle. I do own a car actually, I just don't use it. " She wanted to assure him that it was ok. Times were changing, and that meant trying new things. She trusted André would not let anything bad happen to her. "How long have you been driving a motorcycle?" She would ask, as they made their way down to the first floor. Grace found herself wondering what had André choose this location. She would ask such things later though.


André Broussard[/B]
André walks holding Grace's hand, until they reach the bike, it feels good to be in her company, he is really enjoying it.
"This motorcycle was a gift from Mortll, I have had others before, I think I have driven motorcycles since I was 15 years old, I am 30 years old now, a long time, you should not worry you will find it funny, by the way, how old are you"
André looks at Grace carefully, she is a beautiful woman, he cannot guess her age, she seems very young, maybe twenty, twenty-two who knows. Whatever she looks mature and well centered, she will be a great partner
"Let me know when you are ready and hold on tight "
André starts the motorcycle and the engine wakes up with a powerful sound.

Grace Batton : When they walked out, and approached the bike she allowed her eyes to wander over the vehicle. They always looked so small to her, she never understood how people could drive them. She was grateful she would not be the one driving. With his confession of how long he had been driving one, it made her feel a little better about being on one with him. "Definitely a nice gift, she must think very highly of you. Mortll is a good person. She saved me, you know. I was 25 when she turned me, and that was three years ago. That would make me 28, but perhaps I will feel like 25 forever. It still baffles me, that we never age. Not sure if I will ever grow accustomed to that." She took a moment, before getting into the bike. She would hold on, and close her eyes. "Ok,I am ready." She was as ready as she would ever be. It felt a little silly to be so nervous about being on the motorcycle, but she hoped to feel better about it once they got going.


André Broussard
When Grace tells him her age, he smiles
"You look much younger my dear, it must be because of your beauty"
André said without thinking, and he regretted at the same time, he hoped she wouldn't be bothered by the compliment.
He waits for her to be ready, and once she gives him ok, move through the streets of the city, the trip to Turtle Ferry is not long, in a couple of minutes they will be there. Since Andre thought of Grace as a partner, things have gone smoothly and naturally, without obstacles as if Fate had it written somewhere.
He drives the motorcycle not too fast, despite the cold the night is splendid, ideal for a ride, he does not want her to have a bad experience and get scared.
The short trip goes smoothly, and she seems relaxed or maybe it's just appearances, however he did his best.
Finally they has arrived, he parks the motorcycle and turns off the engine
"How was the trip? Were you afraid, I drove slower than normal, I didn't want you to be scared. Well let's go shopping I think will be fun "
It is the first time he goes shopping with a woman and he is happy to do it with her.

Grace Batton : She hardly had time to consider his complement. As soon the motorcycle would be off. At first, she felt tense, as she held on as he drove. Her eyes pressed closed, but after a few moments they would peek open. Finally she would open her eyes, relaxing a little. It wasn't all that bad, when you didn't worry about crashing. They didn't crash though. He was the perfect driver. When the bike came to a stop, she would get off the bike. Her legs felt just a little unsteady. " It was not that bad. Not my favorite way to travel, but not terrifying as I thought it would be." She admitted, before looking around. She had never been to this area before. Grace was excited about shipping though. It was hard to even recall the last time she bought anything new. Having only the clothing she brought along with her,when moving to the city. It was going to be a refreshing start to this new adventure in her life.


André Broussard
Grace's confession makes André feel relieved, the last thing he wanted was to scare her. It is difficult for him to understand people fear motorcycles but hey everyone has their fears and he is not the one to judge. So far André has enjoyed being with her and he supposes it will be fun to buy new clothes for both.
He looks Grace smiling, and he realizes, this time they spent together he has smiled as he had not for a long time, at least since he's a vampire.
"Come on sis, let's have a little fun, the boardwalk has a nice view of the river, if you like we can walk around a bit and then buy the clothes, I would have liked to share a beer in a bar, but we only drink blood."
André said it jokingly
"Follow me I show you the way"
He starts to walk ,waiting for Grace to follow him.
He is happy walking with Grace.
Walking with Grace ... Those three words awaken asleep memories, André sees himself, when he was still very young, with his parents in the Church, that memories surprise him ... Grace ... walking ... Church ... His parents, why remembering that now, it is a memory that takes him to unhappy times, now when he is feeling happy, it is a kind of curse falling on him, ruining this feeling of happiness.
A shadow blurs the brightness of his eyes, André shakes his head trying to push away the bad memories.
He sighs and turns back to look at Grace with a sad smile feeling his mouth full of ashes.
"Let's go"

Grace Batton : As André called her sis, she could not help but smile and feel a little sad. Though it was nice having a brother figure once again, it too made her miss her brother, Monroe. He was always the brave one, the smart one who always knew what to do. "Yes, let us have some fun. Who knows, maybe over time you can drink a beer again. I have seen several vampires drink alcohol before. I have never tried, since being turned. I don't even drink blood actually." It felt odd to confess to such, sometimes Grace simply felt like a solid spirit that just wondered the living world. No need for drink or food, just to exist. She would follow along with him, as he led the way to the clothing store. Though she noticed a change in him. "André? Is everything alright?"

André Broussard
André nods attempting to smile and take mental note about what she told him,they will have time to talk and get to know each other better.
"Yes my dear, I am fine, sometimes the ghosts of the past bite hard, I suppose the same will happen to you, but we must move on. Regretting the past prevents us from enjoying the present and darkens the future, and we have a long future to write, let's take the pencil and start writing it"
He smiles at Grace.
"I am eager to start our business as we planned, let's go shopping for clothes, we must appear well established and respectable entrepreneurs."
He leads her down the boardwalk to the door of the store.
"You don't worry about money, I want only the best for us."
André opens the door letting Grace enter first.
"Ladies first my dear"


Grace Batton : She considered his words and knew them to be true. Some of the past were going to be hard to let go, Grace knew some she would likely always keep with her, no matter the amount of time that would pass. "Again, thank you. I'm excited about what's to come. Just because my past holds darkness, doesn't mean my future has to." Shared before walking inside the clothing shop. Her eyes would wander around, everything looked so nice. Her past shopping experience has usually involved second hand shops or retail stores. " This will definitely be interesting. " Walking near one of the displays, she would touch one of the sweaters. The material was the softest she had ever felt.

André Broussard
"That you say is true, our past does not matter, our future matters and it only depends on us"
André follows Grace inside the shop, he thinks about Grace's words, he sincerely hopes she can heal the wounds of the past and he believes the business will help, giving a new meaning to her life.
Looking through the men's clothing, he has something in mind, a classic jacket , trousers, shirt and tie, his favorite color is black, he should also buy shoes, these red sneakers are very comfortable but too informal, they do not fit the new image of a prosperous businessman.
André takes time choosing, looking for the best, finally takes the chosen clothes and looks for Grace, he wants to know her feminine opinion. He finds her and smiles happily as he approaches her to show his new attire.
"What do you think about what I chose?"


Grace Batton : It feels a little overwhelming, to be surrounded by so many beautiful things. What should she choose? Everything would likely look alright on her, but she has always been fond of gray, black or darker colors in general. Grace would smile, to see André had similar taste in color. The clothing he picked out was all black. " These look lovely. " As she spoke, she would reach out to touch the tie he had chosen. " Think I might have found a sweater I like. I feel so indecisive! " She would laugh a little, as if the idea of having the opportunity to even be indecisive amused her. The past usually involved choices of convenience, over what her personal preferences were. Turning her attention back to the clothing display, Grace would take one of the soft gray sweaters in her size.


André Broussard
André sees Grace doubting what clothes to choose, and nods happily when she approves his choice and as far as he can see, she chooses the same color range "I think that dark gray sweater will look so good on you, forgive my intrusion, you have not asked my opinion."
He says smiling "Take your time we are in no rush, or you have something better to do now".
André enjoys this time with his sibling, he feels comfortable with her, and in a way it reminds him of his sister Abelle, after so long, it feels good to have someone to share with.
He thinks she can be the one who breaks his curse, or at least her presence blocks it, because when he is with Grace, he does not feel the anguish biting his dead heart, in a way seems the heavy burden disappears, getting rid of his curse has become an obsession for André.

Grace Batton : "Of course your opinion matters, very much so." She assured him. Holding the sweater close, she felt even more sure of her decision then. Her eyes would glance over some pants. Grace wondered if she should choose a nice skirt, but decided to go with pants instead. Skirts were not exactly her style. " Gray has always been one of my favorite colors…. Might sound a little odd. I do like other colors though, just nothing too bright." Shared as she would take up a pair of gray pinstripe pants she thought might fit her. " Should we try them on? A place like this surly has dressing rooms…" Her attention would linger back to André. "And of course I am in no rush. No place I would rather be right now, than spending time with one of my new favorite siblings." Her smile was genuine, as spending time with him lessened the sadness of her brother Monroe being gone.


André Broussard
André smiles happily, Grace is a good sibling, easy-going and fun, he can feel the connection between them, and her words prove it.
He sees how she chooses pants to match the sweater and nods satisfied. "It doesn't seem odd to me, I like dark colors, I always try not be flashy, it's not good for a thief" he winks.
"Let's try our clothes" André looks around until he finds the dressing room "Follow me, and let's see if we choose the correct sizes, I'm always wrong and I choose smaller" he adds smiling while he walks across the store to the dressing rooms, carrying the clothes trying not to wrinkle them.
"We must not forget to buy shoes, our sneakers do not match these elegant clothes"
He looks down at their feet shaking his head funny.

Grace Batton : She would give a nod to his words on not wanting to be too flashy. "Exactly! Just another good reason to not wear bright colors. I want to blend in and be able to hide in the shadows if needed. Never know when you might have to give the cops the slip." Grace had not yet had trouble with the law here, but in the past had her share of getaways. She would follow along towards the dressing rooms. Though the clothing was the same size as what she had on, she knew how sizes could vary with brands. A small laugh would escape her with hearing his comment on shoes. " Definitely, not sure the shoes I have on now actually go with anything. Hopefully I can find some nice flats. None want to see me try to walk in heels!" Once in the dressing area she would go into one of the small rooms and put on her new clothes. The sweater was a little loose but she liked it that way. Walking out, she instinctively went to the mirror but of course she could not see her reflection. She didn't look too hard and was quick to glance away. At times she had caught sight of what looked to be a ghost that oddly looked like her.

André Broussard
He nods when she names the cops, soldiers and cops, they are André's mortal enemies, he hates them with all his being, and they seem to feel the same for André's, he can't count the times they shot him.
"I am sure you can find the shoes you are looking for, I agree with you, flats will be better, we never know when we will have to flee, it is better be ready, but I'd still like to see you with heels"
He waits for her to enter the dressing room, and then he chooses his, the cubicle is small for his size, and it is uncomfortable for him to change clothes, although after sweating a little he does it.
The mirror in the dressing room does not show André's image, this puzzles him for a second, he smiles when he realizes he is a vampire, remembers a trick Mortll taught him, he takes his cell phone and takes a selfie, the screen shows an André dressed as a businessman, he smiles pleased,that was the look he was looking for.
André wants to hear Grace's opinion, he needs her approval.
He goes out and doesn't see her, maybe she's not done.


Grace Batton : She would head over to find André, curious of how he looked in his new clothing. " You look great! The fancy threads suit you." Shared before looking down at herself, and doing a little spin. "Well, what do ya think? They are more comfortable than I imagined. The pants are a little long but I could hem them up no problem. Or maybe I could find a seamstress to do it for me. Do people still do stuff like that?" Grace had never been privileged enough for such. If something went wrong with her clothing, it had been up to her to fix them. It was still a little hard to believe the events of the evening. She got a new job, new clothing and had even gone for a ride in a motorcycle. It opened her eyes to the possibilities of her new life. The old would never be forgotten but that didn't mean she could not go on to make things better for herself. To fully accept the bright opportunities as they came her way.

André Broussard
Grace's words flattered André , as he watches his sibling, she looks beautiful with her new outfit, The dark colors make her look classy, ​​exactly the effect he was looking for, he feels satisfied, they seem two respectable businessmen.
"You look beautiful, no one would guess behind that innocent appearance a thief hides, do not worry about the length of your pants, we will find who fixed it or perhaps in this store they give that service "
André has big plans for both and he knows with her, they will be able to do it, outside is full of opportunities for two scammers like them, the stage is set, the actors are ready, the show must begin, everything looks good so far.
" Well my dear, we have our costumes, now is the time to start our business, what do you think, do we need something else?"
He smiles at Grace full of confidence, this is only the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship, they will be the most successful thieves in the history of this damn city, and this is a principle statement.

Grace Batton: The smile she held was unfading. This entire experience had been enjoyable. She looked forward to spending more time with André. "Why thank you, André. It feels nice to have something new on. I think all we need now are shoes? Do they sell those here? If not maybe it would be better for me to get those once my pants are hemmed." As she spoke, her thoughts would drift back to the new shop. Grace was excited to get to work and learn more about watches. Being immortal she had all the time to perfect her craft, and now she didn't have to do it alone. "I'm just going to change back into my old clothes, and be right back out. " Sparing one last smile, she headed off to the changing room and put her old clothes and shoes back on before heading out. Her old clothes just didn't feel the same; since having on something so nice.