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From the moment Ted Sawyer, lawyer, entered the coffee shop, there was a look of immediate distaste on his face. He didn’t always look like that – most friends would agree that he looked pretty cheerful most of the time – and he didn’t have anything against coffee shops in particular. As someone who slept in for an extra half-an-hour but sacrificed breakfasts, he was no stranger to the atmosphere. He could even name the sects of people that arrived here very well – businessmen in their smart suits (him included), and that one person who was falling asleep at their table, the hipster kids in the corner with their Apple computers.

The reason, therefore, that Teddy was so annoyed was that there was nowhere he could sit. He had arrived earlier than usual , and he wouldn’t have minded the chance to sit down, relax, maybe read a newspaper (unlikely, as he didn’t have one on him) or just people watch for a little while before he went to work and got swamped with paperwork. He reminded himself not to get too annoyed about that; he could find a bench outside. The weather was alright (he’d know; he’d walked today because of it), there was a park he cut through on his way to work, he could go there.

He stepped up to order, putting on his best ‘I am a serious businessman, not a local hipster’ face. “Yeah, I just want a plain coffee. No, really. Yeah, that’s all.” He wasn’t going to be pretentious about this and order some mocha frappuchino or anything like that, okay. It was best to be simple about these things, especially at this time in the morning.

After he’d paid for and accepted his drink, he headed out of the claustrophobic coffee shop and headed towards his workplace. He cut through a park that was the sort of place where teenagers played football in the summer, and in the winter, you would be lucky to see anyone. He didn’t mind it, and he sipped at his coffee as he thought to himself and considered his day ahead – all the usual stuff, case work, paper work, a break time where he would pretend everything was fine, and, inevitably, that moment when he would run into a senior partner in the corridor and he would smile awkwardly because what did you say to someone when you were a third of their age?

I think if I run into one today, it’s going to get awkward – I should try actual conversation, which could work. I bet they like watching action movies too ... Aha! Bench! His train of thought had been stopped when he’d spotted a free bench up ahead and he sped up a little, in case a rogue person was going to jump out from nowhere to take a seat themselves. He took a seat, resting the briefcase next to him – it was not empty, contrary to popular belief – and drunk his coffee properly, taking five minutes to himself before he had to think about everyone else.

The park was a rather common place for people to relax, much less in nice weather, it was a lovely escape, a calming place before or after work, or in Teresia's line of work, it was the place to hide from work. It was wedding and prom season, which was why she'd quickly gotten a job, all the salons were swamped with people, picky, demanding, annoying people that weren't happy with much of anything. While Teresia was young, and rather loud for more formal and nice salons, she had experience, and raving recommendations. Really she loved her job, didn't mean that a small escape was nice, some time to have a zen moment before moving on, because if she had to deal with as many bride's and bridal parties as she had yesterday, it was likely she was going to have to get a drink after work. Brides-to-be were the more frustrating people, ever, they were half crazy, and half of them seemed to think it was their job to drive everyone else crazy, or try to tell her she needed to find a man while she was young. Uggg, really that about summed it up, rather well even.

Thus coffee was needed, almost always needed for that matter, she lived off coffee, and soda, and well caffeine and sugar in general, it was her blood by this point. So a short stop by a local coffee shop along her way, before a lazy meander for the park, she had almost two hours to kill before work. Joy of making her own hours, mostly she worked by appointment only, a sign that she was damned good at her job, didn't need walk-in's to make her money. Not that on her calmer weeks she didn't hang around the salon and accept random people, the next few weeks, or months, wouldn't be the case for that though. So with first blissful sip of coffee, and feeling a bit more awake, Teresia could tell it was shaping up to be a lovely, sunny, day, heels clicked along the path and she couldn't help but to smile. Really things were starting to pan out in this crazy city, only had a few run-ins with cops or other crazy people, for once she'd mostly stuck to herself, though it was getting tiring, fast.

Which could explain why, when she witnesses someone doing a fast walk for a free bench, that she had to tilt her head and laugh softly, someone for her to poke, how fun. Was a lazy glide that brought her to the man, and on second inspection he looked to be about her age. Still he was a suit, they were always fun to talk to, if nothing else most of them tended to look at her, or treat her like she was a young idiot, why that amused her she wasn't sure, much it was just to poke at them. "So during the summer don't you melt?" Not really a greeting, clearly, just an off hand question, as she had stopped about three feet from him, and took an innocent sip of her coffee. Never mind that she wasn't really in normal business wear, had bright red and black hair, and her heels put her well over six foot, or even the heavy accent in her tone. Basically she so wasn't in his social standing, and frankly didn't care, still flashed an easy smile, amusement dancing in her golden eyes, hey she was a morning person, well after coffee, pre-coffee no one wanted to deal with her.


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Teddy looked up when he heard a girl’s voice. He glanced around first, checking that it was indeed him that she was referring to, and, noting that he was alone, he looked back at her. The first thing he picked up was her attire and her hair that he suspected was not really red – or at least, not that shade of red. She was dressed in clothes that suggested she lived a world apart from him, in his smart business suits, but he found he didn’t really care. If he judged everyone he came across for the way they dressed, he’d probably have no friends. And he had nothing against self-expression, especially as she wasn’t hurting anyone. They were probably about the same age, he thought, maybe give or take a year. Overall, she didn’t seem a bad sort, at least not on first glance. Whether or not she decided that, later, she would like to chop him up into little bits and store him in a freezer would remain to be seen.

Now sure that she was talking to him, he looked down at the outfit in question. He’d never thought about it. He’d been raised to always look like he was about to walk into a business meeting and give some sort of marketing proposal or whatever you did in those things. “Surprisingly, no,” he began, shrugging at her. “I also don’t melt if you pour water on me. I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West.” That was pretty lame, he thought to himself. It had just been the first thing that came into his head by association – melting apparently equalled the Wizard of Oz, which was not the movie that twenty-six-year-old guys usually watched – or at least mentioned casually in conversation. Not that he did watch it that much. Anymore.

In an effort to at least make sure the conversation didn’t die a slow and painful death, he took a sip of coffee first – he had to while it was still warm because cold coffee tasted like the worst thing on Earth and he could not deal with that first thing in the morning. And then he added, “Why, do you freeze during winter?” She was wearing less right now than he probably had in his entire life, sans showering and the like, and he couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t the type to look out of her window and then change her outfit accordingly. Or maybe she did, he didn’t know. Part of him knew that he was going to be like this for a while – a little awkward, a little unable to say what he was thinking, wondering whether other people thought him boring – and he knew it was going to take him some time to get back into the routine of going to work, of having random conversations and having actual social skills. It was just going to take some time.

Teresia was giving it a sixty-forty chance that he responded without making it insulting, mostly due to his age, the younger suits tended to either be rather laid back and with the flow, or complete assholes. Not a whole lot of in-between, either way she could, and would, respond in kind, here's to hoping he was a decent fellow, because she could do catty in her own unique way. That he looked around, almost befuddled, was a good sign, add in that the guy honestly looked down at his own suit, as if to ponder the idea, had Teresia honestly giggle softly. That was only backed by his words, once he answered, the giggle morphing into a full blow laugh, that she had to muffle with a hand. so he was a suit with a sense of humor, and not afraid to admit to his choice in movies, or books, only made her curious which reference he was going for. Had to give a soft 'hmm' in thought, long nails tapping against her coffee cup, that was sadly almost empty, "Well you do look better than the westward witch, so that's glad to hear." Playful words, hey he wasn't green, or with a ridiculous hat, and really she didn't hide that she looked him over. Wasn't a flirty gesture, or even rude, just observing, with an air that she'd pay that much attention to anyone she dealt with. "Always did make me wonder how a tan would turn out for her." So completely off-handed, and Teresia waved off her own words as pointless, just something to say.

For now the were-panther stayed standing, didn't bother her, and most people weren't fond of strangers sitting next to them, though why wasn't something she ever understood. Silence fell, which meant she simply took the chance to finish her coffee, was sooo going to have to get another one, but tossed it in the trashcan next to the bench. If this was suppose to be awkward, well meh, it wasn't to her, after all wasn't like they knew each other, and it was morning, Teresia would freely admit she wasn't the fast or sharpest person in the morning, because eww it was morning. Might explained why her first reaction was to blink at his question, did she freeze in... then it sank in and had to flash another smile. Still her answer was easy, with a careless shrug, "Na, that's what leather is for, or leggings, boots are awesome, never really get cold, no offense, but winters in the US are kind of pathetic given what I'm use to." Course part of that was because she was from northern Sweden, when there was pretty much snow on the ground from October to April. Or given the fact that midwinter they hit continuous night because they were so far north, meaning no sun for about two months. So really cold weather here was nothing, winter was kind of a joke, so Teresia could be easily found still in short dresses and such in the middle of winter, and still be rather comfortable, ignoring that part was that was just her species, Were's ran hot.

"But you never know, it could happen, so if in winter you stumble across this random ice statue here in the park, well then you'll have your answer." Hey just giving an answer and leaving it at that seemed rather short-sighted. He'd carried things along, so least she could do was try in turn, course for her, it was more like reign herself in from going on a ramble and scaring the poor man.

Teddy smiled at that, glad that she didn’t seem to think he was a total freak. Or rather, she hadn’t immediately decided that he was an idiot, who didn’t know what he was talking about and maybe was a bit of a nerd too. He took the fact that she was laughing as a good sign and merely let her finish – something he’d said was funny, what a surprise! – and took a drink of his coffee, feeling like he was going to need it for early morning conversation. Like, he needed caffeine anyway, but this was something else. “Well, thank you,” he said easily. Frankly, hearing that you looked better than the green-skinned Elphaba who had monkeys at her disposal and didn’t seem to live in the best types of places might not be the best compliment, but he was okay with that. At least, she hadn’t said he did look like her. That’d be pretty awkward. As she wondered about the tan, he wondered it himself, thinking it was a rather legitimate thought. He had no idea, honestly, so he shrugged. “Maybe ... a darker green?” he tried, trying not to laugh at his own terrible suggestion. He didn’t want to know, but he’d probably end up thinking about it all day, just because she’d suggested it to him.

He waited for her to chuck the coffee, feeling rather patient. He didn’t think the silence was awkward – they’d only just met, he couldn’t expect them to start talking about everything and anything. It would be nice, but there had to be a moment where they learned about one another. Like, for instance, what she meant by ‘what she was used to’. There was a more pressing matter at hand first though. “I don’t think I’d look very good in leggings and boots and leather, if I’m honest,” he told her, with an expression of chagrin. Or maybe he’d look like Frank-N-Furter, but he didn’t think he could really pull that one off. Somewhat amused at the thought, he carried on, “What are you used to then? Antarctica?” he guessed. Maybe she was secretly from the North Pole, who was he to judge? He’d feel pretty stupid if she said ‘Hawaii’ now though, but he somehow thought he was right about a cold country. Now that he really thought about it, her accent didn’t sound like the standard Chicagoan accent – much like his didn’t – which probably meant she was not from here, obviously. Not that that really shed any more light on her origins.

“If I stumbled across you here in the park as an ice statue or something, I promise to get one of those electric blanket things and thaw you out,” he promised, ever the gentlemen. It would be the nice thing to do, at least, even if he had no idea if thawing someone out like that would even work. And maybe yeah, it seemed like a pretty funny image – this girl, an ice block, maybe clutching a cup of coffee still.

Laid back people went a lot way with Teresia, the easier you were to deal with, the easier she was to deal with, the more annoying a person was, then she got to have fun being annoying, it all went hand in hand. Lucky him for, he seemed to be the more laid back type, take a situation and be alright with it, she liked that, made her morning better, and kept his from going down hill. Besides he drank coffee, and anyone that drank coffee had to be at least a little decent, it was the non coffee drinkers people had to look out for, they would all snap one day, she was just waiting for it... alright maybe not. Darker green? Oh, right! Witch tanning, so her brain was still a little skippy, and easily distracted, "Would be funny if it was in fact like a weird brown, ohh with like green freckles." Utterly random, and said with a shrug, this was maybe an odd topic of conversation, but hey it was early, that was her excuse anyway, wasn't like her mind was going to go focusing on stocks or quantum physics. Really what was expected but random topics, given she'd started talking to a random person, it made sense, to her anyway.

Lack of coffee in hand made it harder for her to stand still, her more hyper side slowly starting to peek out, hey Teresia wasn't bouncing in pace, yet, though she was shifting her weight. Really being in one place for so long wasn't her strong point, even in the morning, she was too active of a person, too much energy, to much... well she just failed at being peaceful. Had to give a playful scoff at his words, so many people thought that, and some of those people she'd been able to change their mind. His clue might have been her rather playful smile as she spoke, "Oh darling you'd be surprised, not the leggings of course, but leather and boots? Most certainly." Had Teresia eyeing him again, he needed to never get dragged shopping with her, because she'd set out to prove him wrong. As odd as being dragged shopping sounded, by a stranger, well that was another thing that might surprise him, she was rather adapt at worming friendships from people.

As for his questioning where she was from, ah wasn't that a normal question, well she did broach the subject, "No, almost want to visit there though, almost, but I'm from Sweden. Det är ett nöje att träffa dig." Gave a little curtsy for amusement's sake, a glean of amusement in her golden eyes, course a curtsy in her outfit didn't make much sense, but it wasn't like she could bow. "If you're going to go making promises to rescue me, I would at least like to know your name, and you might want to know mine, huh?" Small pause as she tilted her head, how she ever forgot to mention names was past her, really isn't that normally something done first in a conversation? "I'm Teresia, and to repeat my gibberish, my's a pleasure to meet you."

Ted smiled at the thought of the witch gaining a weird brown skin colour, not because it was a funny image – although it was – but it was such a weird conversation and a weird thing to imagine of the poor witch. He liked the fact that the girl had thought of a completely different idea to him that might make less sense, but was at least humorous. And, of course, that she did not judge him for his dismal imagination- he strongly suspected that his line of work had sapped him of a sense of humour, or, as was more likely, it was way too early to be thinking of jokes. “That is ...” He trailed off as he tried to think of a nice way of saying ‘so weird I cannot even fathom this’, and in the end, settled for, “Quite odd. But I like it. If I ever meet the woman, I will ask her,” he added jokingly. He imagined, for one crazy moment, stopping off in Oz on his way to work and asking her over a cup of tea what she was like in the summer, but he brushed the thought away. That way madness lied.

“Oh, I’m so glad that you think I should nix the leggings,” he said, with as much seriousness as he could muster, but he pressed his lips together a moment later to stop himself laughing. It wasn’t her fashion sense, and he didn’t want her to think it was – he did admire those people, slightly, the ones who dressed how they wanted and didn’t care – but the fact that she was seeing him in such things, him who seemed to wear a business suit far too much for it to be normal. He could imagine himself strolling into work in leathers and, even worse, the courtroom. He didn’t think he would be taken seriously. “I promise ... not to go shopping with you,” he said honestly. He was scared he’d end up in shops that he didn’t even know existed. It would be far too awkward.

He blinked when she told him where she came from, and he smiled a little. “Sweden? Really?” He sounded slightly awestruck, but then, apart from going to America, Ted had never left the continent. Europe was like some far-off land that he heard stories about but could never prove, and then there were always people who came from there and they always seemed so much cooler. He knew that his perspective was skewed, and they probably thought it was pretty average, but he couldn’t help it. “That’s actually really cool,” he told her emphatically. He realised, latently, that he had not told her his name, but he could do so now. Well, not until he’d done one thing. He drank the very last of his coffee, stood up, and dropped it into the bin, rubbing his hands together now that he had lost something to do with his hands. He was, at least, near to that briefcase- he’d hate for it to go missing and so would his clients.

“I’m Ted,” he said simply, holding his hand out for her to shake. He could’ve easily said ‘Theodore’ but that was reserved for stuffy parents and brand new clients who thought it sounded better, and ‘Teddy’ was out of the question completely. “It’s definitely a pleasure to meet you too. I can’t say that in any other language but French” – which was, of course, that language that most Canadians learnt and he’d learnt it well because his parents were proud of their bilingual son – “and I’m guessing you don’t really want to hear that.” He finished it up with a charming smile.

This was honestly rather relaxing, a lack of rushing for work, then again Teresia never rushed, some conversation with her morning coffee, even if technically she was out of coffee at this moment. Needed to fix that here soon, her lack of coffee, before she started getting snappy, right now though she was at a happy balance, still not exactly awake, but meh. Topic was getting drawn out, with the whole witchy nonsense, and thus she bypassed it without so much as a pause, to instead blink at him with a mix of respect and almost a visible gasp on her features. "Nej to shopping with jag?" Teresia even managed to look heartbroken for a split moment, a hand to her heart and such, right up till she giggled and waved off the thought. "What about jeans? You have to at least tell me you own jeans, if no leather, every man has to wear jeans at some point." There was a good amount of joking in her eyes, but her tone was curious, he couldn't honestly live in suits, could he? "With a button up dress shirt even, I'm sure you'd make women swoon everywhere." Teresia tilted her head slightly, a lopsided smile on her lips, made she'd be trying to talk him into shopping anyway, hey her closet had normal things in it just as well as her odd tastes in outfits.

Talk of home was always a topic she loved, and hated at the same time, Sweden would always be her home, but at the same time it wasn't at all home. Oh it was a beautiful place, no doubt about it, and she did prefer the climate there as compared to here, summers here were sweltering. Course then she just wore less, really not caring if she offended someone with delicate sensitives or not. Off topic a little, none the less spared a smile, "I like the states thus far, different locations are very different from each other, lot to see." Teresia didn't mind much, she adapted rather well, even her English was a hundred times better than it had started, over all she was able to settle easily. Another topic that she wouldn't draw out terribly well, blame the morning, or her utter laziness at times.

He stood, and she almost jumped, startled but more so because Teresia was pretty sure she'd spaced out, as he was holding out his hand in introduction, yeah needed more coffee, mornings were evil things. Teresia wasted no time in stepping forward and shaking his hand, bright crimson nails flashing in the morning light. "French is a lovely language to hear, not one I know personally, accents don't really mix, then again I learned Italian and that's no better on sounding right from me." A delicate shrug and a quick pause before she stepped back, from some hidden skirt pocket she'd pulled a business card. "This is random, but I'm betting you have work at some point here soon, I'm new to the city, and just looking for friends, if you ever want to try to hang out give me a call, can avoid shopping even." Hint of a teasing note in her voice on that, but there really wasn't any other reason to offer her information over to him, no hidden thoughts on the matter. Teresia was simply very much a people person, though most likely wouldn't surprise him, if he looked at the card, that it was in fact a professional card, listing her as a the owner of a salon and hair color specialist, her cellphone number was listen as main point of connect.

At least there was something to be said by the fact she had no problems in talking to random souls, or offering phone numbers to said people, then again Teresia was willing to bet he was human, and really humans weren't often a threat to her. Besides would be nice to have someone to drag out, maybe a museum, didn't Chicago have spiffy museums? "Not in the morning though, I'm anti mornings." Just to add on there, because really it was true and who in there right mind did anything other than sleep or work before noon?

For a moment, Teddy was terrified that he had actually hurt her feelings by declining to go shopping with her, and he panicked – and then, no, she was just laughing and he relaxed. “I’m sorry, I’m not ... a shopping guy,” he admitted, shrugging as though it was no big deal. The internet worked wonders, and anyway, he still remembered his mother taking him shopping as a child – Teddy would take a direct route to whatever he wanted, buy it, and go home, but his mother would check in fifty thousand shops before returning to the first. It’d left a lot of bad memories of shopping in general. “But yeah, of course I do. Do you think I sleep in a three-piece suit?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow. The image was a funny one, but even a guy like Teddy needed time off and he could be found wandering Chicago in a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt just as much as he could be found wearing his smart stuff for work. He had to adapt to the situation, after all. He almost laughed at her comment of making women swoon. If only. Teddy had spent his entire life looking for The One, and dates for him mostly consisted of awkwardness. He didn’t think a nice shirt would help. “We’ll try it out sometime,” he promised her though. “I’ll let you dress me at some point in my life,” he added. That’d probably cheer her up a bit, he thought.

“Well, I’ve only been here and University, so I’ve actually no idea how good the states are,” Teddy pointed out. He knowledge was cut down to four years of partying kids, three years of competing against other guys and girls his age, and then Chicago – but he liked what he saw so far, of course. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come back, that much was certain. “I’ll road trip one day. I think I’ll see the good parts that way,” he considered, almost serious, but not quite. Teddy could never imagine taking time off work for such a frivolous activity, and especially not at twenty-six. “I’m certain you sound excellent when you speak in Italian,” he added, thoughtful. She probably did, even if all he associated with Italy was good food – but that was an excellent association, in his mind. “And I will teach you French if you teach me Swedish. It’s a fair deal.” He shrugged. He doubted he would pick it up at all – he knew one language, who needed a third? – but he knew a few choice phrases in French that he loved teaching. His favourite was, ‘where is the nearest bar?’

He made a face at the thought of working, even though he didn’t mind it so much – but that meant cutting a conversation short, and he was getting to quite like Teresia. She was different, and that was refreshing. He accepted her card and glanced down at it, taking in what else he now knew about her – for instance, that she dyed hair. Which he could already tell from the evidence that her own hair was not a natural colour. After a moment’s consideration, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. “Well, how about, due to your unnatural aversion to mornings,” he began, rolling his eyes at the thought; he wasn’t a morning person until he consumed coffee, but then, he was okay with a slight caffeine addiction, “you call me instead?” So saying, he scrawled his name – ‘Ted Sawyer’ – and number on the back of the card, and handed it back with what he hoped was a smooth and charming smile. Of course, he had a business card, but it had been misprinted since his return, and there was no way in hell she was getting a piece of paper that say ‘Teddy Sawyer’ on it.

He really was adorable in his own way, that half a second flare of panic for her feelings said a lot about him, he was honest, which most people seemed to be sorely lacking. So yes Teresia was determined they were going to be friends, and with as hard headed as she could be, well it was pretty much a done deal. "No guy likes shopping unless they're gay, it's written into the genetic code or something." Seemed it could be a fact, because really look at guys, they tended to get dragged to shopping, but oh well. Now sleeping in suit, that brought a mischievous glint to her eyes, "I've slept in stranger." There was an echo of laughter buried in her words, but otherwise Teresia only smile ever so brightly, so she was a strange one, who wasn't strange in the world? Besides it was fun to joke around with him, a hint of teasing here and there, would kick her day off to a better start, and hopefully do the same for him. As for dressing him at some point, well again that was something she just knew would happen, one way or another, because honestly her taste in clothes was rather amazing, she could adapt for something he'd like. Mostly because of his reaction to that whole woman swooning thing, poor thing, he wasn't hanging out with the right people.

Most people didn't know much about the states, really who could blame them, she only knew her home area, not all of Sweden, why would anyone be expect to know more than their surroundings. It still amused her at times though, that she'd been through a few states by this point, poked around and explored here and there. Exploring was almost a hobby of her's, though normally on a much smaller scale, meaning now that she'd set herself up here, it was doubtful Teresia would be moving again for several years. Though she could learn every nook and crack to the city, every dive bar, all the shady hangouts, it was a her thing, maybe because she wasn't as goody-two-shoes as she often came off to be. There was nothing wrong with dipping into random things, betting pools was how she made most of her money after all. Oh dear, her thoughts were getting all off topic, was too early in the morning for this stuff, really work needed to not start till about one, maybe two, ugg.

Did catch mention of French, a forth langue to add to her knowledge, so she could really confuse people when she went on cursing rants, wouldn't that be amusing... hmm was a thought honestly. Teresia did tend to get bored easily, why not take up something learning, could surprise Ted next time they met and greet in him French. Course teaching some Swedish wouldn't be a problem to her, wouldn't be the first time, and the idea left her grinning, because he basically just agreed that they would be hanging out in the future, see friendship was as good as done between them. "Oh yes, a lovely deal, I like it, still say I'll sound horrible speaking French though." But then again, that would require caring about such a silly aspect, wouldn't it?

Getting his phone number was a slight surprise, and she took the card back with a hint of that showing through, almost wanting to poke him to see if he was for real, so she was a little slow in her response. "Hey! My dislike of mornings makes perfect sense when considering the fact I don't normally crawl in the bed till about five.... but fine, I'm peachy with that, but honestly if you show up in a suit next time I see you I'm dragging you shopping." A mostly mock threat, given her wink and soft giggle, though it was possible she'd at least try, he'd be safer though trying for casual clothes. So it was a fact, Teresia would be calling him, most likely within two or three days, because he was stuck with her now, as soon as he handed over a name and phone number. At least with just having her information he'd had a chance of avoiding her, which bluntly most people did, Teresia understood that well enough, she was too hyper, or loud, or something, oh well. Ted here though, well she'd try to tone it down a touch for him, at first anyway, thus why she only bounced on her heels now, instead of randomly hugging him.

"So, off to work now, can't have you being late and blaming the crazy chick you met in the park, and I was suppose to open the shop about... oh ten minutes ago." Meh, oh well, what would they do, fire her? She was in the middle of buying the business, so that wouldn't do much good at all. Teresia ended up giving a slightly calmer smile, as she gathered herself for her day ahead, "It was nice meeting you though Ted, and don't let any scary suits eat you." Was as decent parting words as any, really why end on a overly serious note, Teresia spun on heel and wandered off, pretty much literally, like she picked a random direction, though she really was late by this point, very rarely did she rush through things though.