<span style="font-family:Viga">There was one thing that surprised Adelaide and that also dwelled on her mind even after she had made it back to her little apartment. She was surprised at how polite the man had been, the one who had remained after the fight. She couldn’t really comment on what might or might not have been surprising about the others who had been a part of that fight because they’d all left right away, but she was the kind of person who didn’t tend to see violence in any amount of positive light at all. She knew that it was a dangerous thing to get involved in and that knowledge alone scared her and kept her from considering anything else that might have played a part in it. <br/>
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Adelaide just didn’t think fighting was something good people got themselves involved in… except perhaps in law enforcement. Even law enforcement officers were people Adelaide tended to avoid, though, because they tended to have problems with a woman traveling and working and living alone. Her encounter with the stranger who’d been in a fight brought back a memory, though, and it begged a question as well. Would Louis have gotten into fights for her? They had been together at a time where they were still young and fairly safe in their nights out so the situation that would lead to such a situation had never actually occurred; Adelaide found that it was one thing she honestly didn’t know about him. <br/>
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Memories of him were lovely. It was only natural that they followed such a question and Adelaide drifted off to sleep that night with dreams of her past and dreams of his life. <br/>
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Those dreams would allow her to shift seamlessly from the end of one night to the start of the following day and if that wasn’t helpful, then the fact that she had a fairly solidified routine was. Her mornings were all relatively the same in that she woke up, showered, and dressed in what she deemed to be appropriate attire for the day. Although it wasn’t quite what the times would deem acceptable for a female, Adelaide found that slacks and a nice shirt looked professional and also was comfortable enough for her to last a day in. Of course, she still remembered how long it had taken her to convince her boss to be ok with her choice of clothing and every day she put on her desired wardrobe, Adelaide was grateful for the right to do so. <br/>
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Making her way to work was easy with one small exception. She walked right through the spot where she had seen the fight and she froze for a moment. Even she wasn’t quite sure why, either. It was odd. <br/>
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She did eventually get to work, though. <br/>
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“Welcome, Addy,” her boss greeted her without much of a smile to his tone. He never seemed excited to see her, though. Adelaide was used to it. <br/>
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“Good morning,” she greeted in reply. <br/>
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“I have a story for you today, actually,” he added after a moment. For the past few days, Adelaide had been trapped at her desk doing editing work because there were often only select stories that she was “qualified for” as a woman. “Apparently there was some bar violence last night which is… well, nothing new, but I figured you might be interested in covering it anyway. You wrote a column on violence last month so I thought you would be interested.” <br/>
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By then, Adelaide was already smiling brightly. “Yes, I’d definitely be interested.” ‘Anything that gets me out from behind a desk…’ <br/>
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“Lemme go grab the details, then.” <br/>
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While he headed back to his office, Adelaide made her way over to her desk and grabbed a few supplies that she would need. There was a small notepad, a few pens and a few of her previous articles as well. Adelaide found that carrying samples of her work could be a wise decision to make sometimes. She even made it back before her boss had gathered all the details and so she was the one waiting on him. It was frustrating to know that if he was giving this assignment to anyone else, he would have had the details ready before even offering it. <br/>
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When he reemerged, he gave her a slip of paper with a single name and the name of a coffee shop. “That should be all you need. He’s the one who reported it so…” Naturally, he was the best person to start with on such a case. <br/>
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It was still early in the day when Adelaide started heading to the coffeeshop, but it was already a good day.</span>