Personal assistant to a wealthy CEO in the North, public relations for an architectural company in the East, or a spokesperson for a non-profit in the West. A soft sigh reverberated upon Emerance lips, her head tilted to the side to rest upon the palm of her hand as her striking jade-colored irises stared at the cellphone in front of her. They were all nice jobs. Respectable jobs. The very sort of thing her father might be elated to see her hold - well, except for the last one, of course. It was that very thing that prompted the girl to lean towards her final job option and yet...she was well aware of how much less it paid and how much she was relying upon her brother to put a roof over her head after destroying pretty much her entire life with her now ex-boyfriend. Life was always a thrill ride, wasn't it? Maybe she'd just apply to them all and see which one was even interested in her...a soft whine left the young woman's lips as she placed her phone down in front of her, reaching instead for the large mug of tea she'd ordered. God, how she loved the warmth of it, radiating into her slender fingers. Her gaze turned towards the large window beside her, the young woman nestled back into the plush armchair within the small nook she'd taken up within the coffee shop. This place...she'd found...brought her the exact sort of peace that it was so named for. Where was it when she had been younger and so desperately needed the escape? Perhaps she might have stayed away from the drugs then...ha, who was she kidding.

A small smile fluttered across her features at her own inner thoughts. Emerance was keen, in those moments, to take up her favorite sport - people watching. It was a delightful game really, the likes of which she might imagine the worlds that she'd never get a glimpse into. The hard at work student struggling to finish a thesis that Emerance herself would never write. The freelance writer brimming with creativity with fingers flying across a keyboard that Emerance would never touch with nearly as much muse. The busy business woman rushing to get her coffee before a morning meeting that -- well, okay, maybe that was a life that Emerance had gotten a glimpse of. Her little third party adventure, however, was cut off short by the very sight of a man walking into the cafe. Although she'd only caught a glimpse of his profile, she knew that look decidedly well - anger. The young woman could hardly help the habitual way she nestled back into her chair, as if she couldn't be seen at all, even as she watched the man stride right up to the coffee counter and the stiff, few worded foreign cashier that Emerance had managed to get a itsy bitsy hint of a smile out of exactly once. The very sight of this man seemed to make even him glower in a way she hadn't seen before.

"Alexander!" The man practically shouted at the cashier, provoking the entire cafe into utter silence as the patrons at large all turned to stare at the scene. No one, it seemed, dared to even breathe. The cashier, who she had now only realized maybe wasn't just a cashier, appeared wholly unconcerned. Annoyed? Definitely. But unconcerned. If only Emerance had mastered that level of composure! She watched as the fellow ushered his....aquantance (?) deeper into the cafe, their voices muffled by the walls between them, and yet Emerance was absolutely sure there was some arguing to be had. The cafe was slow to return to it's usual hub bub but she was hardly one to let such curiosities go so easily. Maybe they were drug dealers discussing a deal gone bad? Or scorned lovers? Or maybe the cashier was sleeping with the other guy's girl? Adulterer! Oh, the stories her little mind could concoct when left to it's own devices! Not enough to warrant writing a book but, Emerance kept herself entertained, certainly. It was her very interest within the men that had prompted her to sit up just a touch straighter when they finally emerged from the mysterious back....only the man looked even angrier now then he had when he'd walked in! He half near ran into a barista on his way out, shoving the poor girl enough that her precariously balanced tray practically went flying, the tea cups near smashing into the floor and wall near Emerance. The abruptness of it all was enough to prompt a startled sound from Emerance's lips, her own tea (which had been placed on the coffee table in front of her during her daydreaming) had been bumped by her own foot, crashing onto the floor with the rest of the broken china, leaving the poor girl both without a beverage and without the faintest idea of what she had even witnessed in the first place!