Olivia was stuck at the restaurant, closing. She asked her good for nothing boss for this night off but of course he said no. He even gave her the "You're the only one who knows how to count the money in the cash drawer and set up the coins while closing the kitchen." Which wasn't all a lie but it still annoyed her. She has been working for about a year here at the dinner. She was born twenty-two moons ago on a night much like the one tonight. She had a slim build, brown hair that was either in a neat bun or in a French braid over one shoulder.  The only time she ever had her hair down was when she went for a run. As she closed the cash drawer her light seafoam green eyes looked at the clock. She wrinkled her nose in frustration. She was late.<br/><br/>Olivia wasn't a normal human though her girly wardrobe of sundresses, jeans and shirts spoke otherwise. She had a power of shifting into a wolf come the full moon's appearance. That's the only reason she has the stupid reasturant job, was so she could blend in a bit better and hide the fact she wasn't a normal human.  So far it seemed to work.<br/><br/>Liv blew a strand of hair out of her face when she closed up the doors of the restaurant. 'Finally.' She thought throwing her bag over her shoulder and untying her apron stuffing it into her bag. The streets seemed to be nearly empty and a coy yet playful smiled appeared on her red tinted lips. She continued walking picking up the pace avoiding the moon. Though the moon was her teacher and she was its student. 'Not yet.' She thought to herself rounding the coiner to see her pack mate under the dim light of the lamp post. She gracefully made her way up to him appearing under the light from the darkness.  Her sea green eyes  looking into his. "Ready?" She asked loosing more and more control as the moments passed.