She was still waiting in line when someone else came into the shop, standing behind her. The presence which had declared itself to the shapeshifter had now become much stronger and while August couldn't make any gurantees, she figured that the new patron was the source... or at least one of them. The mundane world around her started to become more of an abstract thought as the very idea of other creatures of the night became a reality. The woman took a deep breath and tried to ignore the sensation that was starting to obstruct her focus.

[i]Just order some coffee and leave[/i], August thought to herself. Even if her suspicions were correct, which August was almost certain of, there was a part of her that didn't want to give up the normalcy she had fabricated in her life. There was a chance that she could find others with a gift like hers or maybe even learn more about the ability. Still, she was afraid that she would never be able to turn back if she got involved now.

 However, within a moment's notice all the pieces fell together and it was like her fate was sealed. It was like her fate had been decided. A man who was sitting at one of the tables had stood and walked up to August and the man behind her. August wasn't paying attention at first but he had suddenly began talking, asking about some money that was dropped on the ground. August knew she hadn't dropped it but when he had asked, she turned and gave her full attention.

The man only said two more words before leaving. It was these two words which made August decide to investigate further. It was obvious that the feelings which were being fiven off within the coffee shop weren't just noticeable to August and the stranger had some how traced it back to her or the other man in line. 

August watched the man leave the shop and instead of waiting any longer, she dropped the notion of going about a normal day and followed in pursuit. She didn't know where this small adventure was going to take her but August knew that she couldn't just give up. There was a distinct feeling in her gut which drove her to follow the man. Whether the other man who gave off a strong presence was going to get involved or not didn't concern her. 

Moving at as swift of a pace that she could manage in heels, August tried to catch up with Jacob. The shapeshifter was out of the coffee shop and onto the street she shouted, "Hey, wait! Who the fuck are you!?". She was never much of a poet and figured the simple phrase would at the very least catch the man's attention. 

She hoped he would stop dead in his tracks and explain.