[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

A cafe wasn't exactly where Jess wanted to go, given what had happened at lunchtime, but if she hid from the world, the risks Roxy was taking for her would be for nothing. She followed the anchor, shuddering as she thought back to the man from earlier, that nod, that smug feeling of satisfaction. Would they run into anyone else like that?

Even as Roxy unlocked the door to fresh evening air, Jess couldn't help but feel trapped, undoubtedly because the anchor did. They were bound to each other, whether or not they wanted to be, and bound to whoever was trying to use the situation to their advantage.

The empath listened out, waiting for the telltale sound of a beep from her phone, and wondering what else she could say in response to protect both her mother and Roxy.