[Ishu]

November 24th, Chicago; Base.

She slowed as she saw the horrendous line, irritation etching itself all over her features. But when Elek handed her a tray, probably as some sort of gesture, she took it without complaining, medium blue eyes surrounding by pale skin looked up at him. Dark lashes fanned and she nodded, her cut throat yet low tone shaking anyone away from admiring her looks, "9am is perfect." Eve swiped a spoon out of one of the holders and walked back to her little house, kicking the door open and closing herself off inside...

November 25th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

So, he was able to get something out of her. She went on to describe why the book was written that way and he waited for her to finish and continued to wait even after she'd plugged her ear bud into the canal inside her head. Amante leaned closer but did not raise his voice, "The constant describing gets boring and stale. The real reason it is written so in depth is because of the time period it was made. They were all about fancy words and details back then. No one writes any more." He leaned back up and crossed his arm, grinning like an achieved child as he continued, "Maybe you should write a book about your escapades. Everyone would buy it." Without another word, he walked off, having said his piece, and left her alone.