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</div>Name: </span></b>Liliana Sinclare<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Date/Time:</span></b>Day 1/early afternoon<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Location: </span></b>Hummingbird Diner and Cafe<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Wearing:</span></b><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Content:</span> </b>having a snack and doing a spot of writing (Liliana is up at the table in the little loft area)<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Tagging:</span> </b>Open<br/><br/>As hot chai tea slid silkenly down her throat, the raven haired girl gave a delighted sigh of approval before setting the cup down<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1648955158505-png.117581/" title="1648955158505.png">
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</div>beside her laptop, today marked the first day of a month’s worth of vacation time she’d been saving up from work… and she intended to make very good use of it, it was high time that she get another book finished and into the hands of her very eager publisher.<br/><br/>Gretchen Hotchkins had been breathing down Liliana’s neck like a dragon for the last two and a half weeks now, pestering her to know where another best seller would be hitting her desk and yes, alright… she’d been procrastinating a little bit, spending some time lost in her thoughts and thinking about home.<br/><br/>Not her family necessarily, the selfish jerks… no, more about France… she missed her beloved homeland, she missed the way streets in Paris smelled of fresh brewed lattes and macarons… she missed watching honeymooners walk about looking at each other as if there could be no finer treasure in all the world.<br/><br/>That wasn’t to say that she didn’t like Butte, Montana or America… she was quite happy here, it was just that on occasion, she wished she could spend some time in some of her old haunts. Maybe speak French again… not too many around here spoke fluent French or any at all really.<br/><br/>She didn’t regret her decision to run away from home though… she made the right call, she was never going to allow anyone to have THAT much control over her life and her freedom again. If she got married, she was going to do it because she was in love, not because her family was forcing it for advantageous reasons.<br/><br/>“Here you go, Lily honey” Ingrid, one the older waitresses here said sweetly, setting a plate down with a big gooey cinnamon roll and a fork “Good to see you coming in for a visit today, sweetheart”<br/><br/>Liliana gave the woman a warm smile before she walked off to leave the raven haired young woman alone with her delicious treat… these cinnamon rolls were something of a guilty pleasure for Liliana, one she was willing to take an extra long walk in the park later to indulge in.<br/><br/>Stabbing her fork into it, she tore off a bite sized piece and popped it in her mouth… a soft little delighted moan escaped her as her eyes closed, this place had just the best cinnamon rolls. Ingrid’s sister Cassidy made them from scratch every morning and they were so worth the 5 dollar price, so gooey with cinnamon and icing, just so delicious.<br/><br/>“So damn good” Liliana murmured, setting her fork down on the plate to return to the laptop, she had just another chapter or two left to finish before this newest book “Werewolf Captain of the Emerald Sea” was complete and ready to go off to Gretchen’s inbox.<br/><br/>Her last book that launched her career “Fey King of the Twisting Labyrinth”  had gone over so beautifully and Liliana really did enjoy the blend of romance and fantasy, so she watched to try and stay in that genre, letting her imagination go wild. Thus this time, it was a werewolf in the role of the hero.<br/><br/>She blushed just a tiny bit as she thought about the last love scene she wrote between Captain Duncan Redclaw and the heroine Genvieve… what a hot and sexy steamy little scene that had been. Duncan so dominant and confident, yet still gentle and ensuring that Genvieve needs were all thoroughly met… Genvieve, so in love with her strong and heroic werewolf pirate, so happy and eager to please him as much he did her…<br/><br/>Too bad real life wasn’t as romantic as stories…