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Lily raised a brow as the red-headed woman recommended a dessert. [b][color=#2A7E2E]"Cheesecake in the morning?!"[/color][/b] She glanced up at a clock on the wall that read 9:18am. [b][color=#2A7E2E]"I think you must have a sweet tooth!"[/color][/b] She giggled and returned her eyes to the menu as the other woman began to recommend a bagel instead. [b][color=#2A7E2E]"Oooh, a cinnamon bagel does sound heavenly."[/color][/b] She laughed and shook her head a bit, [b][color=#2A7E2E]"You both have a sweet tooth!"[/color][/b] She shrugged and set her menu down, [b][color=#2A7E2E]"I'll take your word for it and give that a try."[/color][/b]

Setting her menu down, Lily began to look around the room to find who would be taking their order. Upon spotting the two men in police uniforms a chill ran down her spine. Her eyes fixated on them for a minute or two, her mind stuck in the past. Though the police had often been very helpful in her life, recent events had made her often feel nauseous when seeing them. Her therapist had told her it was an effect of the PTSD and the anxiety. 

Forcefully shaking the feeling away, she turned her eyes to the waitress who was currently taking their order. Immediately her mind went to her mother, who would have been having a fit that the waitress was taking orders from two patrons who had entered the business AFTER she had sat down. Lily's mother was the least patient person she had ever met, and no doubt would be calling for service and making a scene about it right about now. 

Not wanting to follow in her mothers footsteps, Lily relaxed back into her seat and began to eye the blue-haired woman at the table across from hers. [b][color=#2A7E2E]"I'm Lily, by the way."[/color][/b] She turned to look over at the morning cheesecake lover, offering a soft smile. [b][color=#2A7E2E]"Lily Alessio. It's nice to meet you both."[/color][/b] 

As she spoke her last name, she realized that her name had no weight here in this small rural town. In New York her last name meant something to most people. It meant that she had money and power. Sanctuary probably had no idea who the Alessio's were, and didn't care about who they were. It was an odd and scary feeling having no notoriety here, but freeing at the same time. Perhaps she could mold herself into whoever she wanted to be instead of what people already assumed her to be just by hearing her last name. 

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