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[Right][color=e99666][sub][i] “Yes, I have a habit of saying...dangerous things, but I may or may not be attracted to danger. So, it’s honestly whatever.”[/i][/sub][/color][/right]
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[Right][sub][Color=e1e1e1]Time |[/color][color=e99666] 1 P.M-ish[/color][/sub]
[sub][Color=e1e1e1]Place |[/color] [color=e99666]Momma May's[/color][/sub]
[sub][Color=e1e1e1]Interactions | [/color][@Darcs] [@SamaraJayne96] [/sub][/right]

[Color=e1e1e1]Fortunately, it didn’t take long for someone to respond to her, which she was especially grateful for. She had a sinking feeling that no one was going to answer, and then she’d have to resort to sleeping in her car, but if she were being honest, she only did that on… “special” occasions. If it was one thing she hated most, other than this [i]heat[/i], it was being ignored. And of course, she was [b]not[/b] to be ignored. And for some reason this town… gave her the vibes that that would happen quite often, a feeling she really didn’t appreciate. And she had only been there for literally five seconds. [/color]

[color=forestgreen]"'Good' is a bit of a high bar around here, I'm afraid. There's definitely [i]a place[/i] to stay, if you're desperate."[/color]

[Color=e1e1e1]As the mysterious voice spoke up from somewhere at the bar, the young woman’s face lit up. Kejirah didn’t mean to be obnoxious most times, it just kinda came out that way. She could already feel the unwanted built up adrenaline ooze out as a wide smile spread across her lips, leaning back in her chair to pick out the voice among the crowd. She hadn’t realized how desperate she was for attention from another living person until now. It had been at least over two hours (which was a long time in her standards), since she’s actually talked to another being, so hearing the voice of another speaking to [i]her[/i] (Yay!), was exciting. She was probably exuding major crackhead vibes right about now, so she wouldn't have been surprised if they up and walked away.
Hopping up from her seat, her car keys jangling in her oversized pocket, Kejirah made her way over to where the voice had come from. She didn't know who exactly said it, but the voice did sound rather feminine, so she just kinda guessed as she talked to a general direction rather than a sound place.[/color]

[Color=e99666]"Yes yes yes, oh my god yes,"[/color] [Color=e1e1e1]she started, folding her hands together. [/color][Color=e99666]"First of all, I think 'desperate' is an understatement, if I'm being honest, and again, yes, I would absolutely love a place to stay. If you could recommend one, you-,"[/color][Color=e1e1e1] she paused (Still not knowing who she was talking to),[/color][color=e99666] "-you would would be the sweetest angel, and I will literally do anything to make it up to you, I swear, because I'd rather die than sleep in my car again."[/color] [color=e1e1e1]Aaaand now she had said too much. Yet again, which wasn't surprising. She paused a bit awkwardly after that, giving a little "ahem" at the end and hoping she wasn't coming off as overbearing.
During that time, Kejirah had noticed out of the corner of her eye that quite a few more people had entered the small cafe; all of them who created the same hushed environment she had endured earlier. Also all of whom were quite attractive as well, if she may add. But as far as she knew, she didn't know any of them, not that she would in the first place, considering this town wasn't the kind of place you'd find her friends. Strangely enough though, there was one person in particular who'd caught her attention: This guy she could've swore she's seen before, but couldn't place it, which aggravated her. It was similar to the feeling of not knowing a word, but to have it sit on the tip of your tongue instead. 

…

Wait a minute. Kejirah knew who that was. Ho-ly fucking cow. She definitely didn't want to overreact or anything but [i]ho-ly fucking cow[/i]. At that point she was probably staring unashamedly, her eyes widened as soon as she realized who it was: Ravi Callum. Basically a super star. Here. At Coalfell. Anyone who didn't know him basically lived under a rock. She [i]needed[/i] to go over there. For him to sign her anything would be.. literally so cool. But she couldn't just leave mid-conversation, because that would obviously be rude, so her next train of thought was to just yell. And that's what she did.
Without thinking too much, she cupped one of her hands over her mouth and said, [color=e99666]"Ravi!"[/color] [i]Shit, shit, shit, this was happening right now. [/i][color=e99666]"Ravi!"[/color] She exclaimed, about to raise her hand to wave at him, but then she decided otherwise. She needed to act cool. So instead, the young woman stuck her hands in her pockets and smiled, leaning her shoulders back. Now, Kejirah had three options to go from here to not make things awkward.

One: To act like they're old friends and say, [color=e99666][i]"Heyy, what're you doing all the way down here in Coalfell?"[/i][/color]

Two: Just say, [color=e99666][i]"How's it goin'?"[/i][/color] (No, that'd be weird)

Or three: Just not say anything and have him come to her. 

Logically, she decided to go with option number one. 
[Color=e99666]"Hey! What're you doing all the way down in Coalfell?"[/color] But as soon as the words escaped her lips, she regretted them. Why was this so hard? She was able to talk to anyone else without crashing and burning so hard. Now it was time to resort to option number three. And maybe try not to mentally die in the process.

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