[hr][hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Waverley Watts[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d72f0c2c2cd8e1f3f97b84e343e0516a/tumblr_pshnnbcZMI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=a187be][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - Coffee Shop
[color=a187be][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception[/center][hr][hr]
[center][I]'We had it to ourselves, except at one end
There was this crotchety old fucker
Who looked like a trucker,
And introduced himself as Bug-Eyed Ben'[/i][/center]
	Waverley's teeth dug into the wood at the top of her pencil, just below the heavily used eraser. She stared down intensely at the words written on the paper of her notebook; above them, the paper was worn down to the point that it very well might tear if the eraser so much as touched it. There were still some visible bits of words overlapping one another, clear evidence of her numerous rewrites. It was a fun anecdote, the story of Bug-Eyed Ben, a particularly odd man that her and her friends had met on the road. But as much as she loved her little vagabond stories, they were always difficult to squeeze into musical rhythm and rhyme. After a few moments at staring at the page, as if hoping that somehow her magic could make the song write itself. She let out a huff through her nose and leaned back in her chair, putting her pencil down beside her notebook. Deciding to take a little brain break, she picked up her coffee, and began sipping it up through the straw. Just as she did, however, she saw the praetors come in, causing her to nearly choke on her drink.

	The girl was on good terms with both the praetors. She'd even consider them friends. The reason for her less than pleasant reaction was because she was [I]technically speaking[/I] supposed to be out with a group of the other probatios digging up trenches. She'd decided she'd wanted a coffee break, and snuck off. A coffee break that ended up being 46 minutes and three iced coffees long. She wasn't sure how informed the praetors were when it came to such details as who's working the trenches when, but just to be safe, Waverley lowered her head. Not that it helped much, considering her recognizable purple highlighted hair that rested on her shoulders. 

	She listened to the praetors talk amongst each other and those around them. Call her nosy, but Waverley felt spent trying to write, and she was willing to look anywhere for a distraction. The first bit she didn't catch, with them arranged around the counter. But when they went to sit down, she could hear them a little clearer. Something about needing to go to New York. When she heard that, she perked up a little. She'd travelled through New York before, and she'd have loved to go again. Plus, like so many other places across the states, she knew plenty about how to navigate the city. She raised her head from its position staring down at her iced coffee with the intent of inquiring further, but when she did, she was met with the familiar sunny face of Emily Richardson.

	[color=a187be]"Oh, I'm doing alright. Taking a coffee break from all that sweaty grunt work,"[/color] she griped, rolling back her shoulders, giving Emily a smile. She then shot a glance over to the praetors, sitting not too far away. [color=a187be]"Saw you talking with the praetors. What are they up to? I heard something about New York."[/color]