[center][h2][color=009900]Blaine Moore[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][i]Day 1, late afternoon[/i][/center]

[center][i]The Indo[/i][/center]

[center][i]Interacting with [@Alfhedil][/i][/center]

	Blaine waited frozen in time and space almost for the woman to react and when she finally did she couldn't help but grin internally as if it was some sort of victory. She stared gratefully at the hazel eyes that were looking back at her. For a moment Blaine thought she saw something akin to recognition there, but she was positive she didn't know this woman. That, of course, didn't mean the woman didn't know who Blaine was. [i]Interesting.[/i] If the redhead did know Blaine she didn't let on. Instead she grasped Blaine's hand and the two of them briefly shook hands.

	And then she said her name and Blaine was momentarily transported back in time to when she lived with her aunt in New Orleans and spent her free time with Loup Garou learning to control her shifting and her were powers. As the years progressed her Irish accent gradually became more mild and Blaine started taking on the Cajun inflection of Loup Garou and most of his pack. She even learned to speak French fluently. Well, French Creole really. And right now she imagined her accent confused most people as it still retained her native Irish lilt, mixed in with the Cajun she adopted during her years in New Orleans.

	[i]Genevieve Alleron.[/i] Blaine repeated the name in her head. She also noticed Genevieve took great care to pronounce her first name with the correct French pronunciation. [i]Well, I can understand how annoying it can be to have your name mispronounced.[/i] She thought. A small smile formed on her lips. [i]I definitely won't be one of those people![/i] And again there was that teeny-tiny sensation of victory. As silly as it was. And why was it so important all of a sudden to make a good impression on this stranger. Blaine didn't know. Whatever the reason she would finish this apology and leave the woman alone and not make a nuisance of herself. If having a drink alone at the bar wasn't a strong indication she didn't want company, what was?

	"Genevieve..." Blaine took care to correctly pronounce the name subconsciously allowing the Cajun inflection to take precedence in her accent. "Nice to meet you. And I'm really glad I didn't manage to spill your drink." Another small smile graced her lips. This one almost bashful. "I'm also glad to see I'm not the only French speaker in Salem." Blaine stepped back. "But I've took enough of your time." She placed her right hand over her heart. "I will take my leave now and won't bother you anymore. Please, enjoy your evening." She made another step back. "It was really nice meeting you. Good evening." Her last words were spoken in French with her distinct Creole accent.

	Blaine turned around and started for the door. "Thanks for the cocoa, Hark." She directed at the owner of the pub.

	"Any time, Chief." Harkin shot back.

	Blaine exited the pub with a grin on her face. She couldn't explain why she felt so exhilarated. Was it meeting this woman? Was this why she suddenly didn't feel the oppressive feeling from this morning pushing down on her neck constantly. Was the prospect of finding someone she might have something in common this appealing to her? It's not like she didn't have that. She had friends. A very few, true, but still. And besides, she wasn't a kid anymore. The prospect of possibly, maybe, making a new friend shouldn't have her be this goofy. And yet, here she was, sitting on her bike, keys in one hand, grinning like an idiot.

	"Just go home, already." She ordered herself under her breath.

	[i]Now I'm really gonna need that run.[/i] She thought starting up the engine and shifting into gear.