[center][i][color=ed1c24][b][h1]Natasha Jackson[/h1]

Location: Vanessa's Restaurant

Interacting with:  [@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa & [@Nallore]Anastasia.(kind of)[/b][/color][/i][/center]

 [color=ed1c24]“Damn…”[/color] Tasha said with tired voice, putting her hands on her temples.[color=ed1c24]” I hate this job, here we go again…” [/color]She mumbled, noticing Anastasia’s quick and subtle but still change in expression and attitude when she mentioned wolves. That’s why she disliked these small towns in the middle of nowhere. People were already suspicious and tightlipped by defaut.

 [color=ed1c24]“So you too start disliking me the moment I mention it about my article…” [/color]Natasha said, looking at Anastasia.[color=ed1c24]” People treat us reporters like lepers… Fine I give up… I will simply take my pictures from the campsite later and don’t even want to interview people anymore…” [/color]She said, rubbing her temples as if she had headache which she still did.” Please forget what I had asked.” She stated.[color=ed1c24]” I will just send my redactor the old article I worked on. An old lady stuck in her pizza oven… somehow.”[/color] She explained, pulling a photo of it, she was given when she was investigating that event.[color=ed1c24]” The grandma lived though, so no casualties there.”[/color] She said, hoping this would make Anastasia smile at least a little and return her from the sudden change of attitude and mood she briefly displayed when Tasha mentioned the wolf.

[color=ed1c24] "Excuse me, would it be possible to get another black coffee?" [/color]She asked Vanessa with a smile. She needed to deal with the low blood pressure she was experiencing on top of hte headache. Those magic effects were really starting to throw side effects because her body was a mess. She needed a break... maybe after this job.