Bang Bang, There Goes Your Heart

Isolde sipped at her coffee, her eyes on that mornings paper. There was talk of this and talk of that, mostly relating to something a supernatural did or said. A twinge of disgust formed in Isolde's stomach, and she shook her head. Her family had been under close watch by the public for quite some time, her daughters had lost quite a few friends, and people ran the other way whenever they saw one of them in the street. It was a stomach churning situation. Thankfully, it hadn't quite affected Isolde's position at the hospital. Her skills were needed, and she hadn't ever, in all her years in Las Vegas, shown the world that she was any sort of dangerous. She'd purposely kept herself out of the media, having decided to settle down rather than throw herself into a world of social graces and politics. That was what Isolde had preferred. She'd enjoyed having her privacy. But now that everyone had been outed, it grew harder and harder to go out without someone staring or whispering about something her family was involved in.[break][break]

The disgust at the propaganda in the newspaper only served to make her throw it down, leaning back in her seat with a heavy sigh. All of this just made her feel so cross. She'd liked it way better when everything was secret and mysterious. This was going to turn into another civil war, except for the fact that this was a world wide phenomenon. What started in the USA would likely carry over to the other countries. It often did, and Isolde had been around long enough to understand that much about the politics of the world. Isolde sipped at her coffee absently, her gaze on the people out and about that day. She'd wanted to get some shopping done, so the coffee shop had been her very first stop. She figured she'd surprise Alice with something new to wear and maybe some school supplies now that the new school year was looming so closely overhead.[break][break]

Nibbling on the edge of her cup, she pushed herself to her feet, slinging her bag over her torso, grabbing the paper and tucking it under her arm as she pushed her seat in. She dropped a tip into the tip jar at the counter, and gave a wave to the werewolf who was working behind the counter that day. He gave her that heart fluttering grin of his and waved back as she ducked out of the shop, looking around slowly before starting forward. The familiar scent of a certain vampire didn't register until she'd run right into his chest, staggering but catching herself. The scent registered and she looked up with a sheepish grin at the man she considered to be at least a good friend. "Viktor! I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," she laughed softly, pressing a lock of her hair behind her ear with a soft smile.