Celia was sitting in a booth by the window in the restaurant. Her sketchpad was laid in front of her with a small basket of fries sitting next to it untouched. The girl had her head phones in, the song "Bad Blood" by Bastille playing in her ears. One leg was folded under her but the one that was dangling off the floor was tapping softly in time with beat. She had a pencil in hand and was busily outlining a sketch she had just started working on. Her hair hung around her smooth, pale face and every once in a while she would shove the hair behind her ears but eventually it would find its way back in her eyes. 

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Larkin walked through the streets with his hood up. He was soaked to the bone but he could care less. The rain didn't bother him anyway. All the same, he ducked into a restaurant and took a seat in the back and ordered a coffee. He shoved his hood down and ran his fingers through his messy locks as his dark eyes scanned the restaurant. They landed on two werewolves' sitting at a table. Larkin started blankly at them before turning uninterested eyes away.