It had taken a while, but Miya had finally come to terms that her roommate was a vampire.
It was absurd!
It defied logic. Now Arlo was telling her there were more than just humans out there. What did he say again? Oh yeah, were-creatures. He didn't explain much on them but the Asian woman was still trying to subdue the disbelief that so threatened to engulf her. She couldn't imagine he would lie to her, I mean, he didn't lie to her about him being a vampire.
Clapping a hand over her face, it took her until that moment to realize how hard it must have been for him to tell her what he was. She had gone as far as to call the man gay! Clearly, Arlo needed to work on his speech about "coming out as a vampire." The woman was entirely sure he was gay prior to their... altercation. As the mortification slowly begins to set in, her face burns with embarrassment as she clutches the mug in front of her. Even the coffee couldn't subdue the humiliation that wafted off the girl.
Heaving a sigh, she decides she needs to apologize to Arlo. Really, the man hadn't done anything wrong, though she still wanted to pummel him for inflicting a wound on himself in order to get her to believe him. Shaking her head, she quickly finishes her Americano, the coffee now luke warm on her tongue as she had contemplated far too long on whether she wanted to return to the apartment or not. Again, another sigh escapes those lips before she quietly pushes back from the bar, slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder and dropping the mug into a bin. Smiling faintly at the barista she's ready to leave, already preparing for the cold wind that had so struck Sacrosanct with the fall weather on its way.
It wasn't terrible, though she hadn't quite acclimated to the sudden drop in temperature.
Miya is almost to the door before the sight of a rather haggard woman catches her eye. Hesitating, she should really be going but the thought of returning to the house while Arlo slept didn't particularly sound enjoyable, she knew she would sit there and get herself worked up. Pausing for only a moment longer, she turns and makes her way to the stranger at the table, her short locks dripping with water and her face gaunt as if she were not feeling well. Noting the sweat that so adorned her forehead, Mi sidles up closer to her to see if the girl was truly sick. Narrowing her eyes in concentration, the Asian woman couldn't decide so she steps closer and offers a small smile to the stranger.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asks, her voice quiet though there's an air of authority to it, the tone she uses with her patients in the hospital. "Do you need a jacket? I can give you mine, that wind out there is terribly cold."
Miyako Aiken