[center][b][h2][color=green]Veronica Winters[/color][/h2]
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Veronica's eyes flickered to the door as yet [b]another[/b] attractive person walked into the bar. (Honestly, this is getting comical now. Like, seriously... How many attractive people are gonna enter this bar this early?) But, pushing her feelings of disbelief over all this to the side, she decided to not really interact with him. After all, he was there for Rowan.

So, giving a polite nod to the stranger when he looked in her direction, she turned her attention back to Fen. At this point, it was less flirtatious and more along the line of her actually being interested in him and the story. Besides, she had a theory and she was curious as to whether or not she was right.

Spoiler Alert: She probably was.

Veronica accepted his handshake with a pleased smile, glad to finally know his actual name. [color=green]“Pleasure to meet you, Fenton Kelly. My name is Veronica Winters. And a PI? Nice.”[/color]

Facing him, she took small sips from her glass as she listened to him speak with genuine interest. And in the back of her mind, she admitted that the soda was [b]actually[/b] pretty freaking hot (Yet also delicious.), but she'd think further on it another time.

And it was as he was speaking that everything seemed to fit so perfectly together. Her eyes flickered to Rowan before returning to him, an almost audible click happening in her mind. [i]So... he likes her, then. That's quite obvious. But he also has someone else on his mind... it's evident by the way he said 'golden-haired'... Hmm, the mystery unravels and continues.[/i] She thought with a small nod to herself, feeling pleased with having figured out at least some of the mystery that'd been nagging her about Fenton.

But, she was surprised when he asked her about herself. Considering most of his story was about Rowan (Basically admitting his feelings, let's be real.), she figured that he wouldn't want to hear about her. She'd go along with it for now, however.

[color=green]“Me? Well... my parents and I moved here when I was in Middle School. I think it's a bit apparent with the accent.”[/color] Veronica added, referring to the light accent she carried. (Think a mix of British and a hint of Irish, to be specific.) [color=green]“But, I do find it quite interesting. It has many interesting people and there's plenty of inspiration for me.”[/color] She'd said, eyes drifting off a little as she thought of her poetry, She felt the most interesting urge at that moment to write something. But, she pushed it aside and turned her eyes back to Fenton.

[color=green]“I know Rowan from my many, uh, visits to this bar. Always at night. And I usually always leave completely plastered.”[/color] She admitted with a small laugh, taking another sip of her soda. [color=green]“To be fair, I'm not here everyday or something like that. I tend to only come to this place maybe... hmm... 2-3 days a week? Although...”[/color] 

She narrowed her eyes at him a little, head tilting a bit to the right. [color=green]“You do look... kind of familiar. I might've seen you in passing here. Although, whenever I'm here, I tend to stick more to myself anyway.”[/color]

And it was right when she finished this statement that she heard the other girl there ask for a towel. Eyes flickering over to her, she'd only just then noticed that it was raining. Great. Her eyes then moved over to the unknown woman there for a job interview and noticed her trying to cover herself feebly, shirt having been soaked all the way through due to the rain. She briefly considered offering her jacket in order to cover the woman... but then she figured that a towel might be better suited.