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Once, Evelyn had been an anonymous entity, operating solo as The Informant and passing along information to those who would pay to get it. Now, she found herself at the beck and call of a legitimate agency, with consistent work on a sometimes inconsistent schedule. Odd hours suited her just fine, though. Everything that had changed had let her get Luca free, and keep him at her side - and it wasn't as if they had managed to get him sleeping on a regular schedule yet besides. Whether he stayed with Shiver or with her, nights were always a difficult time.
Progress was slow-going, but she had known it would be from the beginning. It was very early in the morning, before most were up and about, and they were working on small, mostly controlled social interactions. After demonstrating what should happen at the register many times, she had sent Luca in on his own to get her a tea and himself a hot chocolate and a breakfast sandwich - she refused to buy him coffee in hopes it would help him to sleep later on if he avoided caffeine now. She stood just outside the coffee shop, in view of the windows and with a purple and black parasol blocking the morning sun, where Luca could see her if he needed to come out and ask for help.
When he eventually emerged from the quiet shop successful, it was just ahead of an intern she had seen once or twice around the office, a young man who carried two full trays of coffee and a bag no doubt full of bagels or pastries. Evelyn gave him a little wave as he passed by with his burden.
"Good morning, Colin," she said softly, in the interest of being polite, but with her attention shifting back to Luca without any further attempts at actual conversation. "Next time, we'll work on holding the door for people with full hands, hm?"
Luca blinked, glancing back at the door and then at Colin passing by as if he hadn't noticed the man exiting behind him, and had the grace, at least, to look a bit sheepish when he nodded. "Sorry. . ."
"It's all right." She patted his arm gently and took her cup from him. "You did well. Let's have a seat outside so you can eat."
She had only just selected the table furthest from the door when her Insight told her to turn, and she looked down the street just in time to see a woman run full tilt into Colin's side. It knocked the trays of coffee from his hands and spilled everything on the ground, and the panic with which the woman grabbed him by the front of his uniform after told her something was very wrong.
". . . Let's go, Luca," she said softly, gesturing for him to follow her. "I think Colin might need a hand."
He only looked at her for a moment, confused, but obediently set down the food and drink he'd ordered and followed after her as she walked away. When they got to the two on the ground still, Luca stayed back a step while Evelyn closed her parasol, tucked it under her arm for safe keeping, and knelt carefully down next to them.
"Are you all right?" She asked, looking at the frantic woman rather than Colin for now and reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her arm. "Take a few slow breaths for me. Why were you running?"
Something was wrong, she just couldn't tell what yet.
Progress was slow-going, but she had known it would be from the beginning. It was very early in the morning, before most were up and about, and they were working on small, mostly controlled social interactions. After demonstrating what should happen at the register many times, she had sent Luca in on his own to get her a tea and himself a hot chocolate and a breakfast sandwich - she refused to buy him coffee in hopes it would help him to sleep later on if he avoided caffeine now. She stood just outside the coffee shop, in view of the windows and with a purple and black parasol blocking the morning sun, where Luca could see her if he needed to come out and ask for help.
When he eventually emerged from the quiet shop successful, it was just ahead of an intern she had seen once or twice around the office, a young man who carried two full trays of coffee and a bag no doubt full of bagels or pastries. Evelyn gave him a little wave as he passed by with his burden.
"Good morning, Colin," she said softly, in the interest of being polite, but with her attention shifting back to Luca without any further attempts at actual conversation. "Next time, we'll work on holding the door for people with full hands, hm?"
Luca blinked, glancing back at the door and then at Colin passing by as if he hadn't noticed the man exiting behind him, and had the grace, at least, to look a bit sheepish when he nodded. "Sorry. . ."
"It's all right." She patted his arm gently and took her cup from him. "You did well. Let's have a seat outside so you can eat."
She had only just selected the table furthest from the door when her Insight told her to turn, and she looked down the street just in time to see a woman run full tilt into Colin's side. It knocked the trays of coffee from his hands and spilled everything on the ground, and the panic with which the woman grabbed him by the front of his uniform after told her something was very wrong.
". . . Let's go, Luca," she said softly, gesturing for him to follow her. "I think Colin might need a hand."
He only looked at her for a moment, confused, but obediently set down the food and drink he'd ordered and followed after her as she walked away. When they got to the two on the ground still, Luca stayed back a step while Evelyn closed her parasol, tucked it under her arm for safe keeping, and knelt carefully down next to them.
"Are you all right?" She asked, looking at the frantic woman rather than Colin for now and reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her arm. "Take a few slow breaths for me. Why were you running?"
Something was wrong, she just couldn't tell what yet.