[center][b][h2][color=808080]Sheridan Black[/color][/h2][/b][/center]

Sheridan slid into a seat across from Rui-Ling, setting her bag on her lap. She always found the boy to be slightly immature, especially in relation to his actual age. She was, of course, polite regardless of how irritating she might find his mannerisms at times. It always paid to be cordial to immortals, there was no telling now long a grudge might lie dormant for. Aside from the boy and herself she knew of only one other individual with an abnormally long lifespan, Shiina.

She shook her head after Ling placed his order. [color=808080]"Nothing for me Tomori-chan, thanks."[/color] As was her custom she held out a couple of bills. Sheridan never ordered anything at the cafe but she appreciated the work that the staff did regardless. For a moment her eyes roamed the room, sparing a nod for Shiina and lingering on the few that she didn't recognize.

Sheridan leaned back and waited for things to settle, one hand idly working its way into her opposite sleeve to pick at a fresh line of stitches across her forearm.