We Are Bulletproof

There was a pretty new lady in town.

Lucky had his pulse on everything that happened in Hazleton, so he knew about the girl who moved into the apartment building mere days ago. Naturally, he didn't make the rounds straight away—he didn't want to come across too easy. But now that an appreciable amount of time had passed, Lucky thought that he ought to introduce himself and make it known that he was the King Cat around the block.

He sat preening in a patch of bright sunlight on the lawn outside, brilliant long white fur expertly fluffed and combed. Lucky did have an owner but the man was more of an accessory than anything else. His owner did make sure he was groomed, though, and that his fur didn't clump. Lucky could have done that himself but—why would he, when he had a perfectly good human to do it for him?

That was his philosophy through life, really. Born to purebreed parents, he never saw the need to lift a finger to do things for himself. Being beautiful was its own reward. People seemed to like feeding him and doting on him, which they normally wouldn't have if he were a human. It simply made too much sense to live as a cat than as a plain old human. (Although Lucky was a handsome human, too—at least in his own opinion, anyway.)

He was certain that the pretty girl would like him, which meant one more place that he could go around to, to get fed and flattered. He'd been spying on her as she moved in and unpacked, and noticed a cat tree. A cat person, eh? But he hadn't seen any cats around her place, which seemed... odd. But perhaps the cats were coming later. That worked in his favor; he'd become her new favorite and by the time her own cats arrived, Lucky would still have established himself.

Where he sat, he couldn't be missed. She had to come out sometime. His long, thick tail swished placidly; he blinked at a squirrel scuttling up the side of a tree and silently sniffed. Lesser animals were beneath his notice.

Hana Choi? Kitryna?

Mere days had passed since Hana had made her return to her home town. Luckily, she was not expected at work until the following week, so she had plenty of time to settle in. So far, she had managed to unpack and organize her kitchen, her closet, and bathroom. She had reorganized her furniture a total of 3 times, liking the set up one day and then feeling the movement was off the next. She prayed that her downstairs neighbor, Logan, was never home for these fits of rearrangement. Though, the hardest hit to her conscience was every time she had to move the cat tree. It brought her both pain and joy. She knew that she should be joyful and remember the happy moments she shared with Minnie (short for Minerva) around that tree, but it still felt a little too fresh. The only thing that could lift her spirits again was knowing some day she would have another cat in her life that would enjoy it just as much as Minnie had. Hana just wasn't quite ready to go searching for one.

All the movement and heavy lifting she had been doing for the past several days had her craving a change of scene. All she had seen so far was the inside of her apartment and had experimented with delivery for meals. She still had nothing substantial in her fridge and it irked her. Her breakfasts had been sustained by a basket of fresh fruit her mother's boyfriend brought - a shockingly sweet gesture. (Hana was not used to her mother's toys paying her any heed.)

She had briefly seen sunlight when she had arrived in town, but ever since then all she saw out her window was fog. However, that was not something that could ever deter Hana from the outdoors. Outside was arguably a way more fascinating environment. Especially in the forest. It was constantly changing. It was active and wild. The air was more rich and rewarding. She could go on dreaming about being in the wild, or she could actually be in the wild.

These are the thoughts that led her to this moment, sitting near her door pulling on her shoes. She was dressed in a long sleeve shirt tucked into her skirt. Her long dark hair was simply twisted and thrown over one shoulder to keep it out of her face as she worked on her laces. She carried only a small bag on her back with a couple apples, a bottle of water, and her phone, which bounced against her back as she hopped to her feet and swung her door open.

She felt victorious already and she had not even stepped out the door. The fog had given her a reprieve! The sun was making a come back. While she knew all the work she did at home was to support her daily life for the foreseeable future, she felt like she had not truly taken time to herself. True leisure and enjoyment. Perhaps later she would visit Logan... But, for now, she was going to see wilderness and breathe fresh air.

In a blink of an eye, her door was locked, key tossed in her bag, and her sneakers began trotting down the stairs. This was going to be a good day. Come rain or shine (or fog), she was going to make this a great day.

Hana's thumbs looped around the bag straps that hung by her hips, lost in thought as she reached the bottom of the stairs and promptly turned in the direction of wilderness. No sooner had she turned, though, than an image her peripheral had caught replayed in her mind. She stopped in her tracks and turned at her shoulders for confirmation. Her golden eyes glittered as they spied a cat enjoying this new coming of the sun just as much as she was. Her lips had a mind of their own, pulling back to show the feline a wide smile.

"Why hello there," she called to him in a calm voice from the same spot she'd stopped in. She knew not to approach a cat too quickly.

Ahh, there she was. Lucky caught movement out of the corner of his eyes and sat up straighter, lifting his head ever so slightly to maintain a noble, stately profile. The right side was his good side, he knew; that was the side he presented as he pretended not to have seen her for a few seconds. Enough time for her to get in closer, and then he turned his head towards her.

The first thing he did was Stare at her. It was standard fare for cats; if they all went romping over to any old human, tails wagging, then they were no better than dogs. There was a certain level of pride to maintain, after all.

She had a nice voice, though; his ear twitched in her direction at the sound of her voice.

Lucky didn't move from his spot, but he didn't run away either, the way some other skittish felines did. He didn't blink, though. He just stared at her for another few moments, and then delicately he opened his mouth and let out a quiet mew. His tail swished the grass behind him; she was permitted to advance.

Hana waited through several breath cycles watching the cat after speaking. He had not acknowledged her, but she was no cat fool. She knew he heard her and was likely aware her presence was directed at him. Cats were amazing creatures like that - they would be fully aware of their surroundings and still not give a hoot. Clearly, he did not discern her as a threat, or his eyes would have squarely been on her and he would not have lounged so comfortably when she turned her attention his way. Testing the waters, she turned her body more fully, but did not move from her spot. This time, he turned his head to stare at her. Before, she knew she was within his awareness, but now she had his attention. The calm and calculating swish of his tail told a tale she was not sure she understood. He seemed welcoming, but not like any other cat she'd experienced.

Cautiously, she took a few careful steps in his general direction, but not directly toward him and squatted in the grass. She was close, but not too close. Her curious smile grew - she harbored a hope in her heart that cats understood smiles. Regardless, her features lit up around them. Her golden eyes glistened with joy, her hair - once twisted over her shoulder - had cascaded across her back, and her knees slowly came to kiss the grass as she sat on her feet. Many a cat felt more comfortable with humans when they were not approached, but given the go to approach. Hana frequently caught strays by simply sitting still and letting them become curious enough to approach her. Besides, she had never struggled to talk a cat into coming closer.

As she sat, she took notes inside her mind. She noticed how stature - so calm clearly accustomed to human attention. His coat was thick, plush, and clean. She imagined a fluffy faux fur pillow with ears and a tail... She'd probably own that pillow if it ever showed up on shelves. But, more importantly, he looked groomed. Sure, a cat can take care of itself, but his hair was too perfect. No collar, but there were many cat owners that did not collar. Hell, Hana didn't. So, her conclusion was clear: he had a home. He was no stray and certainly not a pure outdoor cat. He knew the luxury of life indoors.

Gracefully, Hana reached a hand out to invite him closer. "You must steal the heart of everyone who lays eyes on you," she cooed. "Whomever you belong to must trust you an awful lot," she mused aloud. "Were you mine, I'd worry you would be taken from me."

It was true. He was a gorgeous cat. She had heard of many people who took good looking cats off the streets and kept them as their own without ever taking them to check for a chip to locate the original owner. As gorgeous as he was, she was not sure she was the type that could stomach that kind of deception. A pet is family and losing family is pain.

Well, she was definitely well-versed in the ways of not offending cats. Lucky was pleased; he thought she looked sympathetic to the cause. (The cause being to further his ambitions to take over the town.) No sudden moves, keeping a respectful distance until he indicated that she could approach, and no direct eye contact. So many stupid humans stared at him, not knowing that to cats, it was a sign of hostility.

Hmm. But she wasn't a stupid human, was she? Lucky could sense it; he knew another shifter when he encountered one. He wondered if she knew what he was, but if she did, she didn't seem inclined to show it. The way she spoke and acted, she was treating him like an ordinary cat. Fair enough, he supposed. Not everyone had the ability to sense others of their kind. It really depended on how much exposure they had to other shifters throughout their life.

The flattering words she spoke pleased him enough for him to trot on over. Not too eagerly, now—he took it at still a rather sedate pace. Lucky gave her outstretched hand a cursory sniff. No scent of dogs. This one was clear. He looked up at her again, blinked once, and then meowed again. Food, he was trying to tell her. Everybody knew the surest way to a cat's heart was through their bottomless stomachs!

Hana felt confident in her assessment of the cat. She had no reason to suspect he was anything but an ordinary animal, as she had never met someone who could do what she did. So, she analyzed him like any other. Granted, he did not seem exactly like other cats. Sure, he had many of the same mannerisms, but something was off. Something there was very different. She felt a stronger connection to this animal than any other she had ever met, and being a vet, she had met a great number.

He approached her slowly. She might have mistaken this for apprehension, except she got the feeling it was quite the opposite. He knew she meant him no harm. Now she was imagining he got so much human attention that he had no need to crave it. He was well taken care of - probably by the entire neighborhood. However, he was not overweight, so he was obviously not a gluttonous neighborhood cat. He must approach when he has needs and did his own thing when they were sated.

Hana let him sniff her hand, remaining still until he looked up and meowed. She knew what he wanted in that same way she always knew what cats wanted that she never fully understood. It was like he was speaking to her. Though, this time it was clearer than ever before.

"Hungry?" Her eye brows raised with her question and her hand stretched carefully a little further to attempt a gentle stroke behind his left ear. She thought for a moment on the cat food she had available. She had a cheap brand in her trunk that she kept for when she came across strays and wanted to bring them in for exams and shots, but that did not seem like the quality this handsome boy deserved or probably even wanted. All else she had was left over cat treats in her apartment. They were Minnie's favorite...

"All I have for you are treats back upstairs. Oh," she rolled her eyes at herself and grinned, "and I have chicken. Do you want that?"

Oh clever, clever girl! Lucky's tail swished again, a sign that he was pleased. Some humans took forever to get the message and in the meantime he could just about languish from hunger. All right, maybe not that drastic but certainly he had to wait some time for certain people to get the hint. This girl, in the meantime, understood perfectly.

He stood still for her so that she could get her pets and touches in, purring low in the back of his throat. Lucky even rubbed the side of his cheek against her hand, half-closing his eyes to show that she was now in the safe zone. The circle of trust, as it were. Did it hurt that she was pretty? Not even a little bit. Lucky was not immune to the charms of a good-looking human (or shifter).

As soon as she said the magic word, though—treats—he was off. Sauntering toward the apartment building, he kept his pace slow in order for her to catch up. Treats. Upstairs. Chicken? It depended on how the chicken was made, though. He liked salty things so if it was deliciously friend or slathered in sauce, he was all in. If it was only steamed or something... Meh.

"Meow!" He paused at the stairs with one paw on the first step, looking back at her. Lucky blinked, ears twitching again as a noisy car pulled up and a tall man stepped out. His wide eyes narrowed—but this was purely a human reaction, not a friendly cat one. Repressing the urge to hiss, Lucky bounded up the steps to wait on the landing for the girl, hoping that she wouldn't be distracted by the annoying human.

Hana was pleased with how willing he was to be pet. He was not eager and pushy like some house cats. Instead, he seemed to be permitting her to pet him. Some cats lived for scratches, others were not so fond of it. Taking that hint, she did not pet him vigorously. Her fingers glided carefully over his plush and welcoming fur beyond his ear and then the side of his cheek as he gave it to her.

A note was struck in her heart by his purr. He was too gorgeous and welcoming. How could she be so lucky to be surrounded by such friends in her new home? Between Logan and this cat, she could never move again.

Just as her heart had begun it's new tempo, the cat leapt to its feet and sauntered away from her. At first, she simply watched with her smile fading away. But... he was headed straight for the stairs she had just come from. Thinking it odd, she stood and followed him slowly. Sure enough, he turned and looked at her. He wanted her to follow? Did he know where she lived?

Hana paused at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, noticing the man approach the same stairs, but not wanting him to scare off her new friend. So, rather than be polite and let him go first, she trotted up the stairs. With smooth steps, she turned the corner to go up the next flight. She considered picking up the cat, but had a feeling it would be a violation too early in their relationship. Seeing him follow, she kept going and began to dig for her keys to open the door at the top.

Inside her apartment was cozy, but littered with boxes. Between that, the currently unused cat tree, the huge cloth couch, and all her knickknacks to be knocked off surfaces, it was a kitty paradise.

Yes, yes, good. She cut the stupid human off—the man grinned in a contemptibly loutish, amused way and stepped aside to let the girl pass him by. Did Lucky have a grudge against that particular human? Why yes, yes he did. If it wasn't telling enough already. That human crossed him exactly once—and Lucky never forgot it. The man was lucky that Lucky was trying to be on his best behavior for his new friend, or else he might have bitten first and asked questions later.

He turned his ass to the human—to be a little crass, but that was the gist of the motion—and his shining bright eyes to the girl. She let him into her apartment, which was interesting. Boxes everywhere. Delicate little figurines perched eeeever so precariously on top of various smooth surfaces. A cat could do a lot of damage in a place like this, Lucky thought with a Cheshire kind of grin to himself.

However, at the moment he simply sauntered in and sat in the doorway, looking at all the things. A cat tree—he'd seen that one through the window when he'd come around peeping in on her. He sniffed daintily. No other strong odour of cats, although there was a faint vestige coming off of her possessions, indicative of cats that had once lived with her. Nothing fresh certainly.

His head swivelled. An empty box sitting nearby proved too tempting and almost in a flash, Lucky was gone—inside the box, scratching around.

Keys jingled and clanged lightly against the glass table by her door as the door swung open. As she strangely expected, the cat strode right in as if he belonged there. She was lodging these notes in an ever-growing profile about him. Her assumption that he saw many-a-home and befriended many pet lovers around the neighborhood was seeming more an more accurate. As a former cat foster mom, she was very accustomed to an array of attitudes upon entering a stranger's home. His was the most confident she had ever seen. Most would have their tails low, ears back, and crouching as they inspected the room inch by inch. He sat, sniffed the air, and looked around as if he already knew what everything she possessed was by mere sight of it. That was unusual for a cat...

A joyous chuckle escaped her as the cat bound for an empty box that once housed an array of fictional books. Food forgotten for the moment and the wondrous comfort of close walls and personal space was discovered. Were it a bigger box, she might have joined him. Though, she did not imagine a common cat would take well to a much bigger wild cat suddenly in his space.

Not bothering him for the moment, she moved about the room as if normal. Rather than cutting off his route to escape and making him nervous, Hana shut the door and opened a window. She wanted him to feel welcome, not trapped.

She walked in the direction of the kitchen and stopped short at large pale cabinet. In the bottom drawer is where she used to keep all her canned cat food, treats and toys. The latter two she still had stocked. She stared into the drawer for a moment, imagining Minnie's reaction any time that drawer opened. With a reminiscent smile, she grabbed a pouch and closed it. In the kitchen, she retrieved from the fridge her leftover chicken wings from the night before.

Hana settled herself on her knees beside the boxed creature.

"Room service!" she chimed in a cheery tone - a joke more for her than him. Or so she thought. In one hand, she held before him a piece of chicken torn from a wing, and a fish flavored hard treat. This way, she was leaving the choice to him before feeding him more of what he preferred.

"I bet you'd like the chicken warmer..." she mused aloud.

Hmm. This box was a good box. Sturdy, tall but not too tall--half of his head could still poke out, allowing him to take stock of the room beyond. Lucky leapt into and out of the box several times, batted at the flaps and generally had a good time while the girl went away to fetch his treats. (His treats, all his treats, no other cat's!)

He had laid down in the box again, tail batting the side of the cardboard with an audible, rhythmic thump, when he heard her voice close by. Lucky's head popped back up. He looked over at the two options presented to him. Hard crunchy treat... or chicken. Hard choice. Both smelled good, albeit different. Lucky sat there in his box-throne studying the choices.

In the end, he decided that he was worth both.

So he snapped up the hard treat--delicately, so as not to nip her hand--and also swiftly grabbed the chicken. Both he dropped onto the bottom of the box before settling down to enjoy his treats at his own leisure.

More and more evidence piled on her determination that he was very much a cat that got around. He was way too comfortable. She might have even assumed he had known the tenants in this apartment before her. He simply acted like he was at home. That, or he was simply spoiled. A beautiful cat treated well by all just as strangers were more inclined to be kind to attractive people. Beautiful people, and cats, had doors held open for them.

Seeing that he liked both, she placed a few more hard treats inside of his box, then got to work on a chicken wing to strip it of the chicken. She did her best to avoid any breading or too much sauce, as it wasn't healthy for cats - or any pet really. In her last few years, she has had to tell many a pet-parent that feeding them table scraps is harmful to their health. But, a little chicken here and there wouldn't hurt.

Once she had a sizable amount of boneless chicken ready for him, she leaned to place it in the box as well. After cleaning her fingers, she reached to gently stroke his fur again.

"I wonder who is missing you right now..." She longed to pick him up and feel his luxurious fur against her face. "You must have a home. I would love to keep you, but imagine the heartbreak your human would feel..."

Yes, good, good. She was going to be a useful ally in Lucky's solo campaign--to become the most pampered cat this side of town. As he worked his way through the dry treats, he briefly looked up to see her stripping off pieces of chicken. If a cat could have grinned, Lucky would have at the moment. He had a nice box, a nice human and most importantly--treats!

It was as he started in on the chicken that someone knocked at the girl's door, startling him. Lucky's head shot up like lightning, eyes widening and pupils expanding. He glanced in the direction of the door, wondering who was interrupting his meal time--and whether they were friend or foe.

Hana was more than pleased with the day thus far. She may have been planning on going on a hike and reconnecting with nature after being a hermit for so many days, but meeting sweet kitties was absolutely a contender for just as perfect of a day as a hike could have been. After letting the kitty snack, she planned on working him gently toward letting her pick him up so that she could get a feel for his shoulder where ID chips usually lived. She had a reader in her car, but what would be the point of going down there if he didn't have one to read anyway?

Just as Hana picked up a second chicken wing to begin stripping, a knock came to the door. Her head turned, but her body did not budge for a moment as she juggled ideas of who could possibly be there. Her mother was working... Oh! Having no other friends in town, her mind settled on Logan.

"Just a minute!" she called in a sweet tone, stripping more chicken as fast as she could, then grabbing her paper towel to clean her fingers as she shuffled toward the door.

Feeling confident in her guess, she swung the door open with a broad smile set on her lips. It faded slightly at the sight of her visitor, not for disappointment, but for surprise. She had been completely wrong. He was just as tall, just as handsome, but certainly not her high school friend Logan. His handsomely strong cheekbones seemed oddly familiar, but otherwise she was entirely unaware of who he was.

Pressing her smile back into the corners of her mouth, Hana hung a hand on the door knob and pulled it behind her a little so that the cat-of-unknown-name behind her might not feel so nervous.

"How can I help you?" Her tone was friendly, but resembled that of a receptionist.

Sean was taken aback when some chick beat him to the stairs; he let her go on ahead of him but was mildly bemused by the flash of a long white, fluffy tail. It looked like that asshole cat that always came sniffing around, acting like it was so much better than everyone. Yeah, Sean knew it was crazy and weird to hold that much of a grudge against a cat but he could've sworn that cat had it out for him every time he came around to visit Logan.

Case in point: one time a flower pot fell from the fourth storey and almost killed him! When he looked up, he saw that white cat swiping another pot off the balcony and dodged it just in the nick of time. Another time, he was hurrying down the stairs and the cat tackled him around the ankles, causing him to pitch forward. He nearly broke his neck—but quick reflexes saved his ass. Taking pot shots at people didn't seem to be in its normal MO. Sean had seen it schmoozing with other tenants so he knew it was capable of not acting like a little asshole.

Just for some reason, it hated him.

But whatever, it seemed to have gone now. Sean still looked over his shoulder suspiciously as he got onto the landing, to make sure that cat wasn't going to come flying at him with a knife in its mouth. He wouldn't put it past that psychotic furball. Nothing, though, came flying at him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and headed down the hall.

The previous night while working at the club, a woman had slipped her number into his underwear—with a hundred dollar bill. Intrigued, Sean called her back and arranged to meet her for a—ahem—private session. He made it clear that there would be no sexual favors exchanged but he didn't mind putting on a show for an interested client if they paid well enough. Hey, a buck was a buck, right? In a small town like this where nobody was rolling in cash, every dollar counted. So good-natured, easy-going Sean was out to make a quick buck.

And when the door opened, it was that girl from earlier! She was grinning at him, her eyes lighting up as she appeared from behind the door. Sean grinned back, just as wide. "Hey!" Her tone turned a shade frostier—or maybe just more reserved—but his grin persisted. "I'm not late, am I? I know you said around ten but traffic was murder downtown. Ready for your private show?"

The man's words were of a topic so unexpected, that at first they hardly sounded like English. Her eyes wandered as she tried to make it out and re-order the sounds that had sloppily entered her brain in some disorganized fashion. He was talking to her as if he knew her, yet she had zilch of a clue who he was. She bit the inside of her lip, forcing herself into focus and to look at him once more. Her door inched just a little more closed behind her as her confusion brought on a touch of discomfort.

Hana's hand dropped to hold down her skirt as a breeze blew through and threatened to make her wardrobe more inappropriate for the present situation.

"My private... what?" Her voice softened, not wanting to sound cold, but also not wanting to lead this man on that he was talking to the person he thought. It clearly wasn't meant for her.

Was this guy some kind of performer? She was her fair share of naive, but even Hana could see the appeal in his features that screamed something much more than your average street performer. However, she was not one to judge. He could be some sort of instrumentalist! But,... he had no instrument. A singer? Who had private shows for singers? Unless he was meant for some kind of party. Like a bachelorette party - though, those usually hired strip....pers....

Hana's cheeks flared pink at the thought and she stared at him sheepishly. He either had the wrong apartment, or she was being pranked.

"I-I... What?" she stammered, half laughing in spite of herself.

"Show. Show?" Sean peered down at her, his smile turning a little bemused. Ohh--maybe she didn't recognize him. Yeah sometimes that happened. The club was awash in garish lighting; the dancers wore makeup to accent their skimpy outfits as well so here in broad daylight, sans warpaint, Sean might look quite different than he did at the club. Plus he was wearing normal clothes and wasn't parading around in essentially his underwear.

The grin hitched back on, bright as ever. "It's me, Sean Yun. We talked on the phone last night, remember? You booked me for a private session?"

Behind the girl, he saw a streak of white making its way across the room. Sean's brows furrowed as he tracked the cat under a couch. An eerie glowing pair of eyes stared out at him--it gave him the creeps. "Hey... is that cat yours? The white one?" He pointed to the couch.

Private show... With that body.. It couldn't be... But, she was very certain it was. Hana's pink cheeks deepened a shade and her mind raced for reasons why this awkward situation had been thrust upon her. It had to be a prank. She had friends in college were pretty obsessed with that sort of scene, but they didn't even know where she lived. Could Logan have done this? No... she was still pretty certain he had hit on her himself. This would be the strangest way to flirt she had ever heard of. Then, he mentioned talking on the phone. If he was talking to a woman, it couldn't have possibly been Logan.

"I didn't -" her speech drawled off as he turned her attention back inside her apartment. She turned her head briefly to look at the cat hiding beneath her couch. The poor thing was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, so to give him a sense of safety, she scooted forward and shut the door behind her.

"No, I actually just found him on my way out. He was hungry, so..." Her golden eyes peered at him with all the nervousness and apprehension of a girl on her first date.

"Do you happen to know who he belongs to? It would mean a lot to me to make sure his owner knows he's safe." She smiled with a pleading look in her eyes. Hopeful naive Hana prayed mentally that pressing the topic of the cat could let her off the hook of whatever transaction he was expecting. The name 'Sean Yun' absolutely rang bells deep in the recess of her memory, but her focus was leagues from being able to process it at the moment.

Yeah she did, she probably didn't expect him to look this good in person. Haha... Sean was sticking with that story since he wasn't corrected and the girl was blushing now, unable to say... much. About the appointment. She had plenty to say about the cat though, once conversation turned to it. That wasn't weird. What was weird was the fact that she scooted out of her apartment and shut the door behind her.

That sorta just shuffled her closer to Sean, who hadn't moved back from the doorway, putting them in close proximity. Okay. Sean still didn't move back, though. She got into his personal space—where she was more than welcomed to stay, by the way—so he didn't feel like some kind of creep trying to edge up to a pretty girl.

"I think he lives on the other side of town. And I swear he stalks me. Every time I come here to visit my buddy, he's here." He lowered his voice slightly as he leaned in, as if sharing a secret with her. What did she say her name was again? He asked over the phone... and promptly forgot. Janet? Rita? Joy? Sean could've sworn it started with a J.

"I think he's got it out for me. That cat's evil. You better be careful... Jane?" God he hoped that was her name...

Hana had moved forward and shut the door behind her with only the cat's interest in mind. Not for a moment had she considered this stranger would hold his ground. Consequently, she was placed between a rock and a hard place. This did not help her discomfort one bit. She might have thought it rude, but considering the occupation she was suspecting he possessed she could hardly blame him. The fault was all hers for encroaching the space of such an individual. He had to be used to it, but with much different intentions.

Having nowhere to go - again, a fault of her own - she remained and let the conversation to continue to be about the cat. She was relieved to hear he had some idea of it's home, but disappointed it was so far. Then again, he confirmed her suspicion that it wasn't the kitty's first time here.

Jane, he called her. What a generic name. She'd laugh if he wasn't so close.

"Is that a code name? Am I supposed to be Jane?"

Hana pressed a hand against his chest to give her space, encouraged to swallow the awkwardness that crept up her throat by clinging to a shred of humor of the moment.

"Is my last name Doe as well?"

"No?" Shit, she wasn't Jane. Sean wracked his brain for a name. He swore she told him; it was in his phone but he didn't want to come off as a jerk, forgetting the name of a client. When she finally felt awkward enough to push him back, he stepped away as bidden with a quirk of the lips. Took her long enough. Sean wasn't uncomfortable with people getting into his personal space but it amused him that she was. "I don't know. Is your last name Doe?"

Yeah, yeah, he got the joke--Jane Doe. Anonymous female. With a sigh and a shake of his head at the corny joke (but it was funny corny, so he gave her a pass on that one), he finally brought out his phone and scrolled through his messages. "Ah. Allison."

That. Was nowhere near a name starting with a J. It didn't, in fact, even contain a J. "Sorry. Allison, right?" Come on he had the messages right there, was she going to claim that she wasn't Allison? The address was right, too, and the apartment number. Sean turned the phone around to show her the series of messages, the one where she introduced herself and the other one with the address on it. (And the rest, very flirtatious, ordering a stripper for a show over to her place the next day.)

"So... are we still on or...?"

Hana was further relieved that the man - was it Sean? - took her hint and stepped back. Her hand fell behind her, taking grasp of the door handle in preparation to duck out at any moment.

One might have wondered why Hana did not just shut him down and go back inside, but she was far too kind for that. Foolishly so, some might say. She was frequently caught in markets buying things she did not want or need all in the name of being nice.

That being said, she simply made a a bemused look at his question and watched as he scrolled on his phone.  Her wondering if what he was doing was promptly answered and she laughed aloud.

He turned the screen her way and let her read. She would laugh again if it weren't for the spicy messages that followed her not-name and her actual address. So, he had texted this person, not spoken on the phone. The chances that this was a prank increased, but the messages that followed returned the blush to her cheeks.

But, wait a minute. This young man - probably no older than her - was following directions from complete strangers and going into their homes? That did not seem in any way a safe practice. She was generally a very trusting person, but even she had to admit there were dangers in the world. Her discomfort turned amusement now turned toward concern for him.

"So..." Her eyes flickered from the phone to searching his eyes. "Do you always trust texts from strangers? This one brought you to the wrong apartment, who knows what kind of person could have answered the door?"

She pressed a friendly smile into the corners of her mouth. "You have a confidence I've never known, Mr. Yun."

Hm. Allison was blushing awfully hard for somebody who blatantly flirted with him over the phone and shoved a hundred dollar bill down the front of his underwear. Not even the back—the front. He didn't remember seeing her that night but in the thrill of the moment, with adrenaline and far too much caffeine in his system, it wasn't always easy to remember every single face. He remembered hundred dollar bills though.

"Wait, wrong apartment?" He got the other stuff but look: he was a big, strong man. Very big, very tall, very strong and very capable of taking care of himself. He wasn't a wisp of a girl who looked like she wouldn't be a hundred pounds soaking wet. The chances of something happening to Sean? Slim to none. Not unless he was drugged or shot point-blank or something.

"Sean." Mister Yun was a name he reserved for older folks or serious occasions. Sean was a much friendlier approach to dealing with this... wrong address business. Did the real Allison mistype? Maybe she did. A number off here, a letter off there and he could've ended up at the home of an innocent girl with no idea what to do with a male stripper.

His grin didn't fade, though. It took more than a little mix-up like this to get his confidence to waver. "I'm a big boy," he said carelessly, with a light laugh. "I can take care of myself, sweetheart. But uh. You're sure this is the wrong address? And your name's not Allison?"

As strange as this entire situation was and as uncomfortable Hana might be being mistaken as this Allison person, she had to say it all was quite amusing from an outside perspective. Stepping out of her body would have her rolling on the floor in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. What are the chances that of all apartments for something like this to happen to, it's the one belonging to someone who had hardly lived in it for a week?

He was so confident, held his ground even when she had encroached upon his personal space, and kept on trusting that she was the person he was looking for. Meanwhile, she had been a stammering idiot unsure of how to handle such a scenario. Even so, he continued to smile and address her politely. He did not seem to think her comment about stranger's homes to be in the least concerning, so she imagined he had that hazard quite under control.

Her gaze remained locked on him as she slowly nodded her head that he had the wrong apartment. He seemed to chew on that thought, but still managed to maintain a smile – a handsome one, she would add. He probably did well for himself in this occupation... Her nerves were feeling less frazzled by every moment that passed. He was figuring it out, despite her idiocy, and she was finding details about him to distract herself.

"Well..." She glanced over her shoulder at the number painted beside her door. Then, she turned a bright smile his way. "I'm sure, at least, that my name is Hana. But, I cannot promise you someone did not send you here on purpose, though I doubt it."

She leaned to her left, as if to reveal her door. "Do you... want to come in for a moment while you call them?" Her offer was well intended, but not all good intentions were good ideas. The cat he considered 'evil' was still inside – or so she thought and hoped.

"Oh Hana." Hey that was a pretty name, kind of like a flower, or flowery-sounding, evoking an image of something light and pure and soft. Sean grinned and winked--so fast that blink and you'd miss it. "Too bad it's not Allison." He wouldn't have minded putting on a show for a pretty girl like her. Buuut shit happened, and it was up to them to roll with it. That was Sean's philosophy in life, pretty much. He could have gotten upset and he could have cursed the real Allison for sending him all the way out here on a fool's errand but he was far too laid back for that. Sean didn't get angry; he got a drink and got over it.

And at least she seemed less awkward now, which was a good thing! He was starting to think that he was freaking her out just by standing there. As she eased back, he thought over his options. Hm. He could call up the original girl, Allison, and ask her what her actual address was. Funny that in a small town, stuff like this could still happen. They didn't even have that many street names, for God's sake!

"Actually yeah, that'd be great. I tried calling her earlier to let her know I was going to be late, but she didn't pick up. Maybe this time she'll be there." He paused, looked at the closed door. The cat was inside. Hm. Sean wasn't scared of a confrontation, it wasn't that, but he didn't want Hana to see him throttling a cat bare-handed. It sort of ruined his image as a cool guy.

"And uh. Yeah. After you, Hana."

Look.

Listen.

He wasn't using her as a human shield, but he was definitely using her as a human shield.

 Was this a bad idea? As soon as the offer rolled off her lips, Hana's thoughts raced to consider the kitty lurking within. She was not sure if it was more frightened of a knock at the door in general or if it had to do with the person doing the knocking. Sean must have done something to spook the poor thing, because in her mind no animal was evil. They simply did not have the cognitive capabilities that humans did. Humans... If she was even to be considered that.

Whether she worried for the feline or not, she was not the type of person that would make him stand outside to make his phone calls. She was raised to be far more welcoming than that. At least, with the issue of her being a customer for... no no no, let's not go down that thought path. This was the right thing to do and she was not going to take it back.

Upon his consent, Hana refreshed her smile, turned the handle behind her back, and slowly gave it a gentle push without turning around yet. He was still talking about calling the Allison person and she did not want to cut him off as if what he had to say was unimportant.

After her, he said. So, she turned and left the door open for him. Completely oblivious of how nervous he might have been feeling, she almost immediately bent over and started peering under things and around corners. The sweet ball of floof was no longer in the box beside which the remnants of chicken wings lay strewn about an open to-go box from Chik-Qwik.

Her apartment may have been made messy with boxes a bit of packing materials here and there, but for the most part it was steadily becoming a tidy assortment and display of her personality. Brightly colored frames, pictures of friends and family, statuettes, paintings, and books collected through years and years of effort. Beside her heavily stocked bookshelf, there hung four photos in teal frames. Each was of a slightly different make up of friends from her high school days and different scenarios. In one, she was a part of a library selfie held by the leader of their old book club. Two were of her usual gang of girl-friends inside homes – slumber parties perhaps. The last was a timely shot of Hana mid-air after being shoved into a pool. The laughing teenagers around her were also from the school, but none of the same people in the previous three photos.

"Maybe she just typed the number wrong," Hana wondered aloud. The search continued. Her long hair tapped the ground as she leaned over to look under the couch. "I could ask my neighbor if he knows someone named Allison..."

"Yeah that's what I was thinking," Sean said as he entered the apartment cautiously, eyes flicking left and right for signs of flying white furballs. Nothing so far. Good! Maybe it had given up on its mad scheme to bump off Sean. Maybe it decided that it didn't want an innocent man's blood on its snowy white paws!

That was a lot of credit to give to a cat but Sean knew things. He knew about the weirdos that lived in Hazleton--had to, really, since he grew up here surrounded by them. Nobody acknowledged them, no one exposed them, but they were there all right. So it wasn't a stretch to think that this dumb cat could be one of them too.

Not wanting to be snoopy, he kept his eyes straight ahead and didn't look around too much. Hana was... looking for something apparently. Ah. The cat? Sean hung back near the door. "Just moved in, huh?" he remarked conversationally, because it was impossible to miss all the moving boxes. "And nah, I just need like a phone book or something. You don't have to go to all that trouble to ask neighbors, it's not really a big deal." His eyes twinkled slightly. "Besides, some of them might be regulars at the club, and then it'd be awkward, you know?"

Where could he have gone? The window was left open. Maybe he made his escape? Or, he could have ducked off into her bedroom. As disappointing as it may be to not feast her eyes on the pillowy snow-white kitty, she was happy she had at least gotten a moment to share treats with him. She had confidence he would be around again. At least... she hope Sean's presence this one time did not scare it off for good.

Checking one last place, behind the entertainment center, Hana nodded in answer to Sean's question regarding moving. He had not moved from the doorway. A pang of guilt struck through her. Had she not invited him in properly? Or, was he frightened of the cat?

Hana winced at the mention of a phone book. Regretfully, she did not have one. She was not even sure if they even made those any more. She remembered standing on piles of them as a kid to get to cabinets she wasn't meant to be in, but had no memory of actually using one.

She was about to admit that lacking when he mentioned 'the club'. She only knew of one club. What a small world it would be if it was one and the same and her old-friend-neighbor was already acquainted, or friends even, with the handsome stranger. But, wait... If Sean's occupation was what she thought it was... and he worked at the same club as Logan...

Nah. It couldn't ...

Hana's cogs turned, clouding her eyes with the exhaust of effort. Both Logan and this guy were total babes – she had to admit that reality to herself. What kind of club is this?? And, Logan had invited her to come visit. The very thought send blood rushing back to her cheeks.

There's still plenty chances that I'm completely wrong.

"Oh, uh... I don't have a phone book. Please, feel free to come in."

All thoughts of cloud-like kitties were far from her mind now. She had a new mission: Get her wonderings answered without directly asking and making a fool of herself. Her curiosity would likely be the end of her someday.

Oof. No phone book huh? Sean knew they were going out of style but small towns like these held on to those quirky traditions longer than most. Hazleton was, in some ways, a little behind the times despite their 'modern' amenities. Like strip clubs for women. But if she didn't have one then she didn't have one, more was the pity. Sean could have gone to the library, he supposed, to find a directory of everyone in Hazleton but that required a great deal of effort.

When invited in—fully in—he took one step forward. There, he was 'in.' Sean glanced around with a healthy amount of curiosity, noting the various little knick-knacks that were scattered about. His attention was caught by the photos and he pointed to them. "Hey, those were taken here, weren't they? I recognize that, it's the old high school! Did you grow up here?"

Well, he might as well hang out in here until he could figure out what to do, he supposed. The pay was good for this gig but Sean admittedly didn't want to go out of his way to chase down a couple hundred bucks—not when he could make that much in a night's work. And if Allison really wanted him, she could text or call. He did fire off another text to her earlier, while he was loitering by the door, but she hadn't responded. Maybe it was a prank, he didn't know, and even if it was, he didn't care enough to be upset.

Incapable of standing there idly while her mind raced through ideas of how to prod the information she sought from him, Hana walked quickly toward the kitchen to grab a glass from the drying rack. With a body left to run on instinct, her deep coded hospitality instructed her to fill him a glass of water while he worked out his dilemma. Meanwhile, she imagined all the ways this stranger might react to her probing questions. She wanted to know more, but she did not want him to think she was creeping in on the life of whatever-exactly-he-might-be. It was just honest ol' killed-the-cat-curiosity.

She reemerged as he was looking at her favorite high school photos by her overcrowded bookshelf. She glanced at them herself when he gestured and a warm smile graced her lips once more. They were very fond memories of all the best friends she had through the longest 4 years of a kid's life. There were plenty of unhappy moments, as anyone experienced, but she preferred to cling to the memories that brought her joy. Book club. Lunch friends. Coworkers from her first job.

"Born, raised, and Hazleton branded," her lively voice chimed. She turned her wrists, looked over her shoulder, and then eyed her legs, pretending to look for some hidden mark that represented the 'hazleton brand.' "Well, maybe it's in my blood. We bleed funny colors here."

"Are you?" First prod. Baby steps. Her golden eyes sparkled with anticipation. The clear glass of water reflected sunlight from the window onto her shirt as she offered it to him. Her free hand curved around her hair to drag it back over her shoulder to act more like a shawl than a curtain shrouding her back.

"You don't look much older than me. I wonder if we were there at the same time."

"Oh yeah? I was born here too! Never left." Sean laughed slightly. Once he had some pretty big dreams of his own to leave town, to make it in a big city. He was a natural-born extrovert and an entertainer, so he wanted to be an actor. But little towns like these, they dug their claws in pretty deep. The longer Sean stayed, the harder it became to leave and—well, the rest was history, as they say.

He accepted a glass of water but didn't drink it right away, though he thanked her politely anyway. Sean wasn't much of a water-drinker, unless it was flavored by something. Plain water was sort of boring. However, not to seem rude, he sipped it and continued looking at the pictures hung up on the wall.

"We might've gone to school together. Although... I wasn't in class much." He laughed again—he was more likely to skip out with Logan or be caught sleeping in the library than to sit there in class. Or, if he was there, he was napping way in the back. "How old are you?"

A muted chuckle escaped her when he mentioned never leaving and laughed in spite of himself. Although she felt very passionate about her hometown and had no particular intention of leaving it again, she knew that others did not always feel the same way she did. Not everyone found happiness in nothingness the way she did. She loved the quiet and she adored nature. Here, she was close to both.

Once he had accepted the water, she turned to look at the same pictures that had gotten them onto the topic of school and growing up in Hazleton. She had to bite her lower lip to mute the bright smile that these images influenced in her. They were such warm memories.

"Twenty four," she answered. That cat-like curiosity grabbed at his words and chewed on them for a moment. Ordinarily, someone might have asked what year she had graduated, but he had leapt for her age instead. She wondered why, but had no particular theory. Maybe it was nothing and she was fixating in a desperate attempt to figure him out.

Turning her gaze back toward the photos, Hana figured this was the perfect opportunity for a second gentle prod at whether Sean knew Logan. She pointed first to the photo of her book club.

"I spent most of my time here, but I was also one of the dorks that hung out for hours afterschool on the bleachers doing homework..." Yes, she really did mean homework. Occasionally their teenaged conversations would head another direction. I mean, there was always some athletic team practicing and giving them an alternate topic.

"That's where I met my neighbor actually. Logan." Her bright smile turned his way, analyzing his features for any reaction to the name.

"Oh yeah?" Huh. Same age. That put her in the same approximate time frame as when Sean had gone to school. There were always kids graduating a little early, a couple graduating late--himself included, ahem--so asking for a graduating year didn't mean much. But if she was about his age then they definitely would've gone to school at around the same time.

"I was... not a dork but not a jock either." He grinned; not that one would think it to look at him now, but he used to be pretty skinny. He was one of those guys who slept a lot, ate a lot but somehow couldn't put on muscle to save his life. It was only as he grew older and learned how to weight train and how to eat the right kinds of things that he bulked up.

At the name Logan though, his grin cracked into a full-on laugh. "Oh shit. Lo? Well I guess it was only a matter of time before you met him. Did he hit on you?" His eyes twinkled.

Jackpot

For once her wild assumptions were right. She had actually managed to put a social puzzle piece together and learned just a little bit more about her friend. Internally, she laughed at herself for not understanding sooner. No wonder Logan had given her looks when she innocently mentioned coming to visit the club. How embarrassing! There was no chance he was hiding it from her intentionally. He invited her to visit, after all. He probably meant to surprise her. And, the shock of her life that would have been too.

Her thoughts choked up when Sean asked if Logan had hit on her. There were a few moments where she suspected, but she had cooled off. Like always, she probably was jumping to conclusions too quick. After all, with her new discovery of exactly where he worked for his living, he could have just been trying to make sure her potential significant other would not be upset with him inviting her to such a place. It was an innocent assumption, at least.

Forcing her smile back into place and letting out an awkward laugh, Hana finally answered Sean's question leaning against the shelf with her shoulder and avoiding eye contact by gazing at her photos.

"I've known him since high school. If he was going to hit on me, he probably would have done it back then." Though, she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. "Were you guys friends in school?"

"Oh yeah, we were best friends. Still are."

Well. Sort of.

Things were complicated, unfortunately; Sean didn't know where they were at the moment with respect to their relationship but he thought that the 'friend' part of best friend still held. If he was dying of cancer or something, the first person he'd call would be Logan. Any time he saw something hilarious or witnessed a weird phenomenon--those were more than common in Hazleton--Logan was the first one he told. Or at least, the first one he thought to tell, although lately things were a touch strained.

And really, whatever happened between them was just... a fleeting thing. Sean didn't think it warranted losing a whole lifetime of being friends over; that hardly seemed like a fair trade. He imagined Logan felt the same way, or at least he hoped that was the case. They had weathered a hell of a lot of trouble in the span of their friendship and there was a kind of comfort in knowing that probably crazier shit had happened that didn't push a wedge between them.

"But anyway it's weird you knew him and I didn't know you. I'm pretty sure we were in the same friend groups."

If Hana's face was not already lit up from recent events, it would alight now. Not only did this man know Logan, work with him, went to school at the same time as them, but he was Logan's best friend? Hana regretted not being closer friends with Logan - realizing that she had no idea whom his best friend was or that he was this stinkin' handsome. Then again, she would not have had the courage to approach him back then anyway.

"Wow," she gaped in amazement and let her eyes wander up the wall as if following a balloon into the clouds. They only returned to look him square in the eyes after she had a moment to take a deep courageous breath.

"I cannot believe what a small world this can be. I just can't fathom how I could go four years without noticing. You don't have a face one could easily forget."

Wait... Was she hitting on him now? Following the comment, warmth rose to her cheeks once more. If he was in the same friend groups as her, he was bound to be a personality she would get along with. How exciting that, so soon after moving back to Hazleton, she would fall into friendships so quickly. She knew this was the place she wanted to live. The comfort here was beyond anything she had ever felt.

Pushing back the lump threatening to choke her speech, Hana swallowed and gestured toward the door.

"I was about to go for a walk when you arrived," - except she ran into a cat that has clearly run off in fear of him. "If your... friend isn't responding, do you want to go with me? We could catch up more about old HazleHigh gossip slash post graduation life."

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