Neveah and Kameron

Neveah: Fog. It heightened the mask of mysteriousness. And there were many mysterious people in New Orleans. Grey clouds and chill in the air that was felt only by the weak and humane, a feeling that Neva wouldn't know or understand. At least, it wasn't something she had known for many, many years. Though the sight and over looming threat of rain to come was something of a comfort to her and something she still enjoyed. Forgoing the car, she had decided to make her way to a small cafe known as Tiana's. She had yet been to that particular establishment, so this would be a new chance for her. Dressed in a white cropped top that exposed some of her midriff, black ankle length capris and black 4 inch heels, the sound of them clicking as she made her way down the sidewalk. She had a meeting, a rather informal one at that; about the position of the personal assistant. Having no one else screening the call, she took it directly; giving the male directions to meet her at the aforementioned cafe at 3pm for a interview. It was much better than meeting in a stuffy office, in her opinion. And it gave her the chance to have a cup of coffee, which was a plus in her book. With a sigh, she arrived at the cafe half past three. Ordering a steaming cup of coffee, she took a seat at one of the outside tables, legs crossed as she waited.

Kameron: "Here it is. I hope that I do not have to wait long." The male whispered to himself. He had scheduled a meeting with a potential employer at a cafe that was titled, Tiana's. Something about paperwork, errands and such. It sounded like an easy enough job. Easy money and if the employer was beautiful, bonus. His ice irises peered inside after opening the door with a swift pull. The man began to prowl inside as a certain came over him. There was something about this place that drew him there; it was as if a flame ignited within him. Wearing upon his figure was a three piece gray suit adorned with a light blue tie to accent it. It was not a classic pairing though he wasn't one for being basic at all. Far from it. Small strides lead him to a table near a window, where he had taken a seat and appeared with a humble smile. "A large glass of peppermint mocha coffee, light cream. If you wouldn't be so kind." He gently yet strongly told the barista. He was the type of man that loved showing up early, it gave a certain serious impression. Sighing to himself as he leaned back in his chair while his inner-self growled wishing to come out since it hasn't fed in quite some time. Though it wouldn't appear as so on his figure, he just looked calm and collect.

Neveah: Neva chuckled to herself. The humans here were easy enough to fool. And she enjoyed having that.... certain quality and feeling about herself that made others quiver and balk before like she was some kind of beast. Little did they know of course. And though she rarely missed much as to her surroundings, she did not see the male come in and take a seat on the inside. Near her, but not quiet that close. Seems that he overlooked the place when he entered. Grabbing the attention of the waiter, she flashed an easy smile towards the woman before speaking. "Oui, madam?" she asked Neva. Neva was too busy staring at the man to be bothered enough to look at the woman before speaking. "Veuillez dire au monsieur qui vient de s'asseoir là-bas que je l'invite à ma table. Et apportez sa boisson aussi .. Merci." She leaned forward in her seat and picked up her cup of coffee before lifting it to her red matte stained lips and setting it down moments later. Legs still crossed over each other and in a stoic position, she watched the waiter walk over to the man in question before speaking to him. "Monsieur, la femme du coin là-bas m'a demandé de vous dire qu'elle souhaitait que vous la rejoigniez à sa table." The woman spoke meekly, her head bowed slightly. NEva had a i- dare-you-to look smile on her face as she watched the exchange. Waiting.

Kameron: Once he saw the waitress come over to his table speaking to him in french explaining that a local women wished for him to join her at her table, he'd then nod with that same humble smile. "Mais bien sûr. Merci de me l'avoir dit, madame." He replied. Only moments later, the ginger barista he had talked to earlier about his order; returned with his coffee. Gently taking it from her hands, before taking her right hand to lightly kiss it. "Merci, beauté." The girl giggled with a blush before bowing and returning back to her post. Kameron turned on his heels towards the table the other wickedly smiled at. Taking a seat on the opposite side of her and sipped on his coffee. Raising an eyebrow at her as he placed his glass on the table. Leaning back with his arms crossed against his chest and even his legs crossed under the table. Growing more serious in his stature, he'd begin with, "Vous souhaitiez que je vous rejoigne. Êtes-vous l'employeur que j'attendais?" There was something off about her, but he would use his manners and not ask. "Qu'est-ce que tout cela?" Almost growing impatient with the woman.

Neveah: She eyed the male as he drew closer, her head canted to the side. Interesting. Like he could possibly surmise, there was something about her that was... off. Different. And with that, she could tell that there was something... primal about him. Almost animalistic. That was fine by her, she had had her fair share of meeting other creatures. As to the answer of his question, she gave a short but curt nod. "Oui. Je voulais que tu me rejoignes. Voyant que vous ne m'avez pas repéré lorsque vous êtes entré, j'ai pensé que je serais assez aimable pour vous donner un moment pour commander un verre avant de vous déranger." Straightening her back, she eyed the man before her before continuing on. "Quant à ce que tout cela est, n'êtes-vous pas venu ici pour une entrevue? Mais d'après mes calculs, je suis arrivé ici ... hmm ... trois heures et demie et vous arrivez tout juste. Mais pas de soucis, vous êtes là et nous pouvons commencer." He could be impatient with her all he liked, it wasn't her that needed the job. "Je m'appelle Nevaeh et vous êtes ...?" she let the question hang, allowing him to respond.

Kameron: "Je m'appelle Kameron. Plaisir de rencontrer votre connaissance." He softly began. "J'avais l'impression que notre entretien était beaucoup plus tard. Mes excuses." He sighed. He knew he should have double checked the time. Relaxing his frame, and didn't seem so uptight; he'd continue. "Puis-je demander ce que ce travail implique?"