The man had never really had a steady job of sorts, but then again, the lifestyle of his family certainly made such things somewhat difficult to obtain. And, in the end, it truly made more sense to Roman that he should instead take up little odd jobs where he could rather than trying to settle into something that would likely be looking for an individual who was not known for his nomadic nature. Would he have declined the idea of something much steadier if the opportunity ever were to have presented itself to him? Sure. After all, money wasn't free and neither were the things that often required it to. While the means of his next meal had never been on the were's list of things that were of some concern to him, there were still other basic human needs that he'd come to find necessary if he was going to be able to avoid attracting too much attention as he wandered aimlessly from place to place. Humans seemed to concern themselves quite a bit with nice clothes and cleanliness, all of which made perfect sense to him, even when such trivial things were hardly needed in the form that he often preferred compared to the one that had been the one he was born into this world with. But before he could even seriously consider attempting to establish some sort of reliable income, he needed to surrender his vagabond days, and that was something that the were was not quite sure he wanted to do. Not yet, anyway. Although, it was only common sense to know that if any were to spot an african lion male wandering far from the Serengeti and any zoo where the beasts were kept for the viewing spectacles and pleasures of mankind, there would certainly be an upset in the day to day routine that most all individuals seemed to follow heedlessly. The last thing that Roman would ever want was to upset this precarious balance, even when there was already so much happening amongst the mixed races that occurred each day. Crimes were committed each and every day, played upon televisions and radio stations, placed in the newspaper for those who preferred something more tangible, and it was often hard to see the effects that these events did â€" or didn't â€" have on the world around all of them. Every so often, he would read, see, or hear something so many would consider an everyday miracle, someone somewhere in this big world doing what they could to make a difference, and it was hard for the were not to be thankful for these rare shifts in the tides of strife that have always been the reality all were more or less forced to accept.

Standing out in the crowd was something that Roman always did his best not to do, though he could see how it would be that selecting a place to sit away from the rest of the content and conversing beings that paid him no mind might perhaps draw the curiosities of someone within the lounge. He knew that there were other supernaturals here, the scent of undead finding his senses and yet the were was hardly concerns himself with the clear fact that he was very likely amongst the minority of faces that filled the atmosphere. If anything, the man had a tendency to find some of the most diverse places, being far from one of those individuals that only ever sought the company of his own kind, even when the sparse encounters that he's had thus far within the embrace of Sacrosanct had coincidentally been weres. Granted, they hadn't been lions, but this did not surprise him. Roman hadn't seen too terribly many that were like him and his family, truth be told. One might think that this would give him some sort of melancholy feeling, knowing that there wasn't another when he'd been raised in a pride, but he understood that this was just another side effect of the choices he's made throughout his life. There wasn't really much that unsettled him anymore as the time passed him by and became just another year of lessons learned, faced met, and places wandered. Perhaps one day there might be a moment in his near or far future where Roman might find that he no longer craved the freedoms that came with his lifestyle choice, maybe he might even want to settle down with someone someday. But now, moving from one place to another and never lingering long enough to ever build anything partly with intent, it just wouldn't be fair to anyone if he dared to try and make some sort of connection. Yes, Roman had made some friends along his never-ending journey. There had been kind souls he'd come across and felt a fondness for, hoping that they would find everything it was that they wanted for themselves. On occasion, his thoughts might wander to them, but he never allowed for himself to stay in the past for long. If he did, there was no telling what might happen within the were, no guessing at whether or not he would end up longing for something that he was almost entirely certain he was nowhere near ready for. He'd gone this long providing for himself, his only companion being the world around him and those fleeting encounters that would always be fragments in time he would revisit once in a while, and that was all he wanted to need.

How curious it was, the way that this woman with dark hair and warm chocolate eyes reminded him of Nicolette. They looked nothing alike, the two women. His older sister adored locks of gold like the wheat fields in summer, her gaze a cool and almost icy blue so much like their mother, Callia. The woman before him was certainly a few years younger, Nicolette having a couple years on the man as well. But there was a warmth in the way that she smiles at him as she leans there against the booth that reminds him of his calm sister. She takes his menu, Roman's own chiseled features continuing to hold the casual grin despite the mild curiosity that flickers across his conscious thoughts. His words give her pause as she goes to move towards the kitchen, and he nods at her words, surprised that she would be working even though she wasn't actual a hired hand. She goes on to tell him about the burlesque she'd owned before the children's dance studio she now has, and it was in that moment that his casual grin warms."That's quite the business change. But it sounds much more pleasant and rewarding, I'd think", he replies then, the man having always had a fondness for children even when he'd had none of his own. Perhaps it was because of his younger siblings that he enjoyed amusing the younger generations, especially the younglings, but the woman speaks again and draws him from these thoughts."Thank you", he says politely then as he watches her leave, turning hazel eyes out to the sea of strangers for a moment, allowing for his thoughts to wander back to his family. He wonders where they are now, if perhaps his oldest brother was no the alpha or if his stubborn father was still refusing to admit to his increasing age. However, he is not left to his thoughts long when the woman returns, this time with a glass of beer. There is question etched into his slightly furrowed brow as he looks up to her, but this expression effortlessly shifts into gratitude."That is very generous. Thank you", he says in return, reaching a hand to lift the drink to his lips, finding satisfaction in the crisp flavors. It's been a long time since he'd allowed for himself to have a drink. When he sets it down, her soft voice reaches out to him and his hazel depths settle over her once more, the woman smirking slightly and giving him a wink after the gesture he knew the meaning of. He gives a soft and short-lived chuckle and nods."Caught red-handed, I guess", he says light-heartedly in reply. So, she was a were then as well? He hadn't even bothered to guess at her race, as it mattered little to him. She was warm and friendly. That was all that counted in Roman's books.

She introduces herself as Nayda, extending her hand to him which the man gladly accepts, enfolding her own in his much larger and rougher one. He is careful not to squeeze her hand too hard, his smile still settled over his features as he takes her name and places it into his memory where it would likely linger for as long as he stayed here within Sacrosanct."Roman. It's a pleasure to meet you", he responds courteously and in time with her own name as was only the polite thing to do. He had no reason to not give her his own name, a small token of trust that he was more than content to give her. He does not miss the curiosity that flickers within her own chocolate hues that remain upon his own, calm and contented hazel gaze having no trouble to meet her own. If anything, they both seemed equally curious of the other, though he wasn't sure just how much longer she might linger. He listens intently to her words that she offers him, but still his gaze does not linger to the other individuals sitting around them."Well, that explains the name I suppose. Very clever", she says thoughtfully for a moment, though still the kind grin does not give way from his lips. She then poses for him a question, one that was very much familiar to Roman, but she does not leave it at a mere question. Instead, she goes on to add reason behind why she would ask him of his origin, and while he'd never been keen on packs since leaving his own, there was no judgment or hesitancy that settled over the man."I am, actually. I've been staying at a hotel a few blocks from here for about two weeks now", he answers easily. Well, it seems he might have found at least part of the reasoning behind her presence. He cannot help but wonder if there was more to her "due diligence" then her words suggested, but he brushes this thought aside for the time being."So, how long have you called this city your home? Any territories I should be mindful of? I'd hate to cross borders or upset anyone", he adds, his tenor tones genuine and honest though still holding that natural smoothness and warmth that only came natural to Roman. While he had his reckless tendencies â€" perhaps even more than some â€" that certainly didn't render him careless, and the last thing he wanted was to get into trouble when he'd only just arrived.