Phylomena meeting someone new

Phylomena: The onyx haired women peeked her head inside. Being interested in seeing who was around and what the environment was like. Her light emerald irises peering around at the individuals. Having her strands in a tight formed bun, while in a well formed pencil dress going down to her knees. Classic black of course. Small heels not wishing to trip over her own feet. Tattoos scattered on her figure. Taking a seat at the bar and ordered a coffee. Softly hummed to herself, while she waited patiently. As she received her coffee, she mixed it with sugar and a little milk just how she liked it. Taking a sip of it and gave a slight purr like sound. Bringing her little couch wallet up on the counter with her, she put it beside her cup before pulling out a small ipod from her wallet back. Little earphones she sneaked into her ears since someone was going to come up to her, so far. At least she'd listen to music, good music. The classics as most would say. The first song playing on a decently low to high volume, "Can't take my eyes off you" by Frankie Valli. The russian women smiled to herself and even closed her light emerald irises to enjoy the music.


Ottavio: Was already sitting at bar as the woman arrived, and had been for some time before that. A broadsheet newspaper lay fully open on the counter, although Ottavio had long finished reading it; he was currently doing the crossword puzzle. Savvy with modern social conventions, he initially left the new arrival in peace with her music. After a while, though, he leaned over to her and spoke loudly enough that she'd hear him even past her headphones. "Three down. Five letters. European river originating in Russia."

Phylomena: Taking out headphone out when he spoke loudly enough to have her hear, taking a look over to the right and saw that the man next to her was doing a crossword puzzle. The next clue being a river in Russia, the women smiled. Pointing to it and spoke it with her accent. "Volga." Turning off her music and put it back into her wallet, soon sipping on her drink again. Canting her head to the right, growing curious of the male that asked to help with the puzzle. She even raised an eyebrow at him. "I do apologies if my music was too loud and disturbed you." Trying to be polite and slightly proper.

Ottavio: He nodded, penning in the answer to the crossword grid. "A Russian girl yourself, eh?" He asked, even though he already knew. "From Moscow, judging from your accent." He shook his head and waved away her apology. "Nonsense. I believe I was the one who disturbed you." He'd switched to the Russian language, his accent neutral, vague, but his command of the language on the level of a native speaker. "I'm Ottavio."

Phylomena: She nodded at his question and looked at him surprised when he switched his voice to match the Russian. Shaking her head and smiled brightly. "No you didn't disturb me at all. I don't mind helping on puzzles, I love them as a matter of fact." There was a few questioned she wished to ask him but she didn't wish to be rude by asking them. Though she offered her hand to him once he introduced himself. "Phylomena. Pleasure to meet you, Ottavio." It was nice to see someone she could talk to and wouldn't judge her voice. "I'm sorry, how did you know I was originally from Moscow? Surely, you don't know everything about me already before meeting me." That was the only question she had to ask because her instincts were wishing to grow worried about him.

Ottavio: reached out to shake her hand. "It was a guess, based on your accent." To the well trained ear, even a single word could reveal enough of an accent to determine where someone spent a lot of their formative years. He smiled. "Sorry if I alarmed you."

Phylomena: She takes his hand and nods with a smile before letting go. Hearing his sorry, she shook her head and saw his smile, which made her smile more. Out of instinct, she grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "No no, your fine. Us, Russians get a bad rep so I was just making sure you weren't one of those kinds of people." Though when she realized that she took his hand, she quickly let go and put her hands in her own lap.

Ottavio: Had little time for stereotypes. In his line of work, as long as the money was good, he didn't ask questions. Her hands felt warm to touch - much warmer than his. Something wasn't adding up, though. Women as beautiful as Phylomena tended to have more confidence. It made him wonder if the girl was hiding something. Not just from him. But from everyone. "I give everyone the same chance." He reassured her. "Now tell me, what are you doing here?"

Phylomena: The Russian she wolf looked at him softly with her light emerald irises. The light making them flicker almost into a blue for a moment before she turned to finish her drink. Once she finished it, she heard his question and couldn't help but to giggle. "I went to see my brother's grave. He's been gone for some time and I went to pay my respects. He and I were close." She began before ordering a vodka sour instead. Now that she was awake and talking about things that were painful, she needed the drink. Sighing softly before looking at all the liquor for a moment. "We lost our home. So I've been traveling for a while as well. Not able to find somewhere I belong due to others not taking me seriously for work. They think I'm too innocent when in reality I'm too experienced in many things." Sighing once more before taking the drink in front of her, sipping on it slowly.