The last time lemon juice had shown Aditsan the way, he had been eight years old old using his baby sister's cuteness and artificial sweeteners to save up for spending money to Disneyland.

With the exception of the sister, the circumstances hadn't changed all that much. Money was still an object and he challenged anyone to tell him with a straight face that dealing with the supernatural elements of the world were any different than throwing a child into Disneyland for the first time, especially if they rode the Snow White Story book first, which was nothing more of a reminder as to the Grimm origins of the tale and that at one point Disney had been far less concerned with what it was showing impressionable young minds.

At least here, there were no hour long lines, just a London cafe with a young little thing looking far too sweet to match what the card had given him to go off of. But here he was, just like the card said. And nothing was more honest than lemon juice and hot air (lacking a hair dryer, the man had substituted it instead for a public toilet hand dryer).

Aditsan checked the card one last time before slipping it into the pocket of his jacket. He opted to skip a hot coffee and headed straight for the woman's table. The whole point of him being her was needing money, so why would he order something?

"I heard you were looking for a hand," Aditsan said as an introduction. He realized he had pocketed the card too soon and promptly pulled out, set it on the table and took a seat.

The thing about Miriam was that she always looked out for herself more than anyone else. And doing what she was doing could definitely get her in a heap of trouble should she get caught by certain people. That's why she only worked through word of mouth and secret cards. And when it came to having to pick up certain things or making a drop? Well Miriam would much rather have someone else do that for her so that she couldn't be caught between a rock and a hard place. And thus, the need for a middle man was born.

It was surprising how uncaring Miriam was to having someone do her dirty work that could potentially get into trouble and maybe even die, depending on the situation. Whatever, if there was one thing she had learned in her years of living was that there would always be someone else to depend on. And right now, she was getting ready to meet someone to see about hiring them.

Getting to the coffee shop a good twenty minutes before they were suppose to meet, Miriam ordered herself a tall latte and a scone, then took them both to a table where she was able to sit with her back to a wall and not have to worry about anyone sneaking up on her from behind. Nope, from here, she had a perfect angle of looking over the shop but could also get away if she needed.

Crossing her legs, Miriam brought a hand down to tug at the hem of her dress to keep it from riding up. Her leg bounced on her knee, a shock of red moving a bit like a blur from her shoe as her foot moved. The only bad thing about meeting people was the waiting. But she would be damned if she was to show up late.

"I heard you were looking for a hand," she heard and her grayish eyes were soon on the man before her. "Maybe I am. Why, are you interested?" Miriam asked as she saw her card hit the table. Trying to not look like it bothered her, she reached out and took the card, sliding it off the table and into her bag at her feet. "Please, have a seat and tell me how you heard about this offer and why you're interested. And then I'll let you know what you're really getting yourself into and we can go from there."

Aditsan took the time the woman took to speak to study her more closely. She looked...what was the word.. sheik, or something. It looked like an outfit his sister would admire (minus the lack of nods to an unhealthy vampire fetish). He liked his leather jacket better, but he supposed hers suited her own purposes.

"The usual methods," Aditsan told her when she asked how he had come by the card. She had been swift to pick it up. Aditsan wondered briefly if there was some additional hidden message on it, or if she just wanted to avoid it being out in the open too long.

"A tip from a dream which lead to an elf passing and note and...you get the idea," Aditsan said in the exact same tone one might use to inform someone they had put the kettle on for tea.

A hot drink would be nice at the moment, but it would have to wait until he had the means to pay for it. No longer have a car mean having to pay for shelter which mean skimping on other things. There would be plenty of hot tea at the hostel tommorow morning and he would get his fill then as he did ever morning.

"I need work- I thought it was obvious," Aditsan said. "I can't give you reference numbers or a resume but I can get a job done."

All that bit about what he was really getting into didn't even seem to register with the man, who had shrugged it off and supposed it meant the usual warnings and doomsayings that people seemed to be legally required to hand out to humans getting to close to the strange. For further information, pleas sign this liability waver and initial on the dotted line.

Some people liked to wear dark glasses while they talked to others. That way they could hide behind the glass and let their eyes do all sorts of things. Miriam, on the other hand, rather enjoyed the reaction she got from others when she let her eyes do the talking. And this was no exception. Miriam swept her gray eyes over the man before her, taking in his appearance as he talked to her.

"A tip from a dream which lead to an elf passing and note and...you get the idea," He said as if it were just another mundane task in life. Well, that helped her decision. Smirking, Miriam rested her chin in the palm of her hand as her other hand stirred the latte with one of those little plastic straw stirrers. "Ah, much like slipping down the rabbit hole," She said in reference to Alice in Wonderland and the fantastical happens in the story. Thought the bit about the dreaming was a nice lot of information to keep stored in the back of her mind until a rainy day.

Sitting up straight, Miriam waved her hand dismissively at the man across the table from her. "You don't need to tell me twice about that. And I don't need references or a resume. I doubt you'd have a resume geared towards this type of employment anyways. And if you did, then I would be a bit weary."

Miriam's eyes swept over the man one more time. "What's your name, stranger? And...Is it safe for me to assume that you're human?" She had a good feeling that he was. But one could never be too sure. "How do you feel about being a bit of a...what's the proper term? Oh, what's it matter. You'd basically be my middle man. I'd need you to answer to when I call you to either deliver something for me or travel to pick up items. Does that interest you?" She asked, bringing the plastic stirrer up from her latte to her perfectly red glossed lips as she sucked the few droplets of liquid from it.

Aditsan shrugged at the reference to the rabbit hole. "Something like that, but without the promise of the 'it was only a dream' ending," he said.

Judging by her smirk, the answer seemed to either amuse or please her. Hard to tell which, because he didn't know her that well, but she seemed like a smug little thing. Self assured and oozing in confidence woman ten years older than she would have trouble matching.

Confiendant enough that she didn't want to see a resume. That was for the better. Most of Aditsan's jobs didn't require a resume, but that was because of lack of caring. Hiring grunt workers and manual labors didn't demand an extensive resume and Aditsan hadn't worked on his since he had been forced to freshmen year of university.

"Aditsan," he replied when she asked for a name. He had hers, so it was only fair. "And yes, I am only human. And I'll play delivery boy for you, so long as I get paid."

Delivery boy, box mover, construction worker, burger flipper, there wasn't too much that Aditsan wouldn't do as far as ways to make ends meet. If you stayed happy and got everything taken care of, it didn't matter how it was done or if it was deemed beneath you. Aditsan's mind never considered things beneath him, it would require an arrogance the man didn't possess and a closed-mind that would have shut out the possibility of this and other meetings in the first place.

He paused yet again, watching her play with her coffee stirrer. She was a saucy one, wasn't she? And used good quality lipstick, judging how her lips her still bright red and her coffee stirrer wasn't. Either business was good or she was the indulgent type. Or both.