[center][h1][b][i][color=darkorchid]James Tanner[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][i]Location: Outside the cafe
Interacting with: Lydia Weaver [@BlueSky44][/i][/sub]
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Although annoyed at what the manager said about Allie, James wasn't about to argue with the man over it. Rules were fair enough, but the least he could have done was tell him before he'd ordered and paid for the breakfast. Thankfully most of it was gone, and upon swilling down a few more mouthfuls of toast with the remaining dregs of coffee, James clipped Allie's lead back to her collar and left the cafe. Part of him wondered why dogs were looked down upon so much in eating establishments, when most of them were trained to be less messy and noisy than most toddlers. And adults too, now that he thought about it.

[color=darkorchid]"C'mon girl, let's get a walk in."[/color] He murmured to his dog as he left, the door jingling merrily as it opened. Upon exiting, the first thing he saw was a nasty-looking cat attack a girl nearby. Wrapping Allie's lead more tightly around his hand (James figured the sight of a huge Great Dane would be the last thing the scrawny kitten in the girl's arms wanted to see.), he approached her slowly, so as to not alarm her further. Big dogs freaked out humans as well as cats, but being such a dog-lover, he could never work out why.

[color=darkorchid]"Hey, you alright? That thing left quite the scratch on you."[/color] His tone was approachable and paired with a friendly smile, but that was usual for James; he liked to meet new people and make friends, although preferably not when one of them was injured. Having snatched a few napkins from the cafe (You could never have too few napkins. You wouldn't believe how useful they came in handy when out camping.), he held out a couple for the girl. [color=darkorchid]"I'd get it checked out, just to be safe. God only knows what bugs stray cats carry around."[/color] As he held out the napkins, Allie strained against the leash, sniffing in the direction at wherever the cat had gone. Noticing the slightly dirty envelope in her hand, James wondered if she'd just picked it up from the cat. But surely not? Why would a cat be carrying around a letter in it's mouth?