The man seemed quite occupied with eating his cookies, so Juniper withdrew her hand, awkward, but grinning still. She got it--this was really exciting for the both of them. Or, she at least hoped it was mutual. How often did one find another tiger in a cookie shop like this.
Jack introduced himself, though, and her grinned broadened, happy to have a name to a face. As for why she was in Easthaven. The young tiger's gaze flickered away as she sought out something close to the truth, but not quite. She'd come to Easthaven on Exchange parole, and just stayed. But... she didn't really want to dump that on a stranger.
“Honestly? Foster care system,” she said, shrugging again, like it was no big deal. “Then I stayed after I moved out--I like it here. And I bet you...” she trailed off, looking Jack up and down and trying to get a good bead on his aesthetic. He was kinda grunge, kinda... musician-like wasn't he? “You look like you play guitar or something.”
Wild guess, on her part. But if he did, maybe he'd like the hipster band scene.
Jack introduced himself, though, and her grinned broadened, happy to have a name to a face. As for why she was in Easthaven. The young tiger's gaze flickered away as she sought out something close to the truth, but not quite. She'd come to Easthaven on Exchange parole, and just stayed. But... she didn't really want to dump that on a stranger.
“Honestly? Foster care system,” she said, shrugging again, like it was no big deal. “Then I stayed after I moved out--I like it here. And I bet you...” she trailed off, looking Jack up and down and trying to get a good bead on his aesthetic. He was kinda grunge, kinda... musician-like wasn't he? “You look like you play guitar or something.”
Wild guess, on her part. But if he did, maybe he'd like the hipster band scene.