Puppy Dog Eyes

The Terrace 

Getting over her own self with this took a while. Natalie had fully embarrassed herself, almost shifted in a freaking bar, while getting Amber’s friend all wrapped up into it. The lady had seemed so nice and Natalie had potentially ended up ruining that. Regardless, she needed to say thanks for running her out somewhere in the middle of a shift to get everyone, including herself, away from danger as well as apologize. Like a lot.

Eventually finding the courage, she had arrived at the Terrace and parked. Getting out, she stalled while looking at the entrance and couldn’t bring herself to go any further. She didn’t know Asha’s hours, didn’t want to assume anything here, and didn’t have her number so… This was stupid, she should just leave. But by gosh, she had a card and was gonna make sure she got it. So, leaning to the wolf for some courage here, she walked up to the front and tried the door only to find it closed. Oh. Looking at the hours, she was way too early which okay, fair enough, she should’ve probably looked it up on google or something. Sighing in some defeat and relief, she began nosing around trying to find a place to leave a card that would get the owner’s attention while not getting stolen. Perhaps, the mailbox?????

Getting here early meant Abraham could tend to the gardens in actual peace! No in-the-way customers! No one trying to sneak a cigarette on the patio! No one asking him stupid questions while he worked!

Plus, there was some real nice tranquility to tending quietly to the space before he did a whole lot else for the day. It was as he gathered a napkin from a plant (sigh) to put in a trash bag that he heard some sort of sound threatening to disrupt his peace.

And a smell. And a... presence. Expression scrunching comically, Abraham dropped the napkin (held daintily at the very edge of two fingers) and circled around through the fence toward the front of the building.

"Can I help you?" he gruffed with maybe a little more suspicion than was justified for some little white chick wolf, but. You know. Full moon.

Natalie had found the mailbox and was lifting the lid back when a male voice nearby had her startling, clutchin git close to her chest Turning around, she looked towards a guy’s face that had her nose scrunching a tad in an almost need to sneeze. That was a familiar smell so maybe they were the same animal.

Stepping over a few steps on the entryway to get a closer look at him and less need to shout, she spoke up. ”Yeah, I’m… do you know Asha?”

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