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[Freya is used to finding surprises lurking in the corners of the Abattoir, as Klaus has a way of hiding surprises in one way or another, but when this particular surprise happens to be Stefan Salvatore, she can't help but be curious. As aware as she is of his history with her family, somehow he always finds himself drawn back in again, and she can't help but be drawn to him.]

I thought you were heading back to Mystic Falls.

[More of a statement than a question, but at least a start to the conversation all the same.]

I was halfway out of Louisiana when your brother called me back. [ Ordinarily, Stefan might have ignored being summoned by Klaus -- especially now that the sire link is broken and self-preservation is no longer a factor. But he hasn't forgotten that the Mikaelsons had done him a solid by assisting with his Rayna Cruz problem and admittedly there is some curiosity as to why Klaus continues to choose to rely upon him of all people when he's got a city-full of goons to do his bidding. ]

[Her eyebrows raise a bit at that, before she smirks slightly.]

I suppose it's a comfort, with so many enemies heading his way.

[They're converging on New Orleans like a plague, and she isn't entirely sure how to stop them.]

Though I'm not sure why he's looking for your help in particular.

[Cora catches up with Isaac when he lands in New York. It's not really a coordinated effort that ends with them finding an apartment as they stay far away from the crazy that is Beacon Hills (first Kate Argent, which Cora wants nothing to do with ever and is currently suppressing the panic attack that comes with the woman is supposed to be dead then La Bete which is an even bigger shitstorm.

She's not going back to Beacon Hills unless Scott calls and really needs her help, and her phone hasn't rang yet).

But having pack around isn't exactly a bad thing, and while Derek is in and out of the city, working on things with Braedan in trying to track down Malia's mom, Cora and Isaac are left to their own devices, which is probably for the best. Their rent is paid, and they're free to spend their time how they want to.

The downside to leaving Cora and Isaac to their own devices, however, is that Cora eventually learns that the way to Isaac's heart is partially through his stomach. Which is why one morning, he will wake up to smell his favorite breakfast, freshly cooked and already sitting on the kitchen table.

And, somewhere in the background, the scent of kitten. Because even though they're hidden back in Cora's room, where Isaac cannot see them, the scent lingers. And they aren't exactly the quietest creatures to begin with.

But Cora is with the food and giving him her most innocent smile possible.]

Morning. Hungry?

[ Isaac always has the appearance of someone who's been wrestling with bears in his sleep. His curly hair is mussed, soft white t-shirt rumpled and inexplicably half-tucked into the back of his boxers as he emerges from his bedroom and shuffles out into the kitchen, lured by the scent of freshly-cooked bacon. ]

Morning. [ He yawns, rubbing one of his eyes with a closed fist as he takes in the sight of the table, loaded down with plates of delicious-looking food. ] I'm starving, actually. [ Which of course is nothing new or out of the ordinary; Isaac could probably give even competitive eaters a run for their money on any given day. ]

What's the occasion? [ It hasn't yet struck him that this was all specifically done with him in mind. Nor has he quite honed in on the smell of the kittens, distracted as he currently is by the aroma of melting butter and syrupy sweetness. ]

[Cora shrugs casually, almost like no big deal, but she wanted to do something nice for him, and she doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.]

I was up early, so I figured I'd make breakfast.

[ Isaac flashes her a sleepy, doe-eyed smile in appreciation. ]

Oh. Cool, thanks.

[ He grabs a plate from the cupboard and wanders back over to the table to start filling it. ]

[And once she's finished cooking, she'll do the same, before coming to join him at the table. Thank you werewolf appetites.]

So Derek texted me this morning. He and Braedan might be heading out this way in a bit.

Oh yeah? [ To his slight credit, Isaac actually waits until he's finished chewing and swallowing his piece of bacon before questioning. ] Anything we need to be worried about, or...? [ It's hard to tell if she means they're just dropping by while they're both in town replenishing their stock, or if there's actual business involved. ]

[She gives a small shrug in return.]

He didn't say. But I have a feeling he won't be here long.

That's good. [ No offense to Cora or anything but Isaac still isn't Derek's biggest fan. They've come along way since the time when Derek threw him out of his apartment but he still bears the scar from that wound. ]

... Do you hear that? [ Isaac's brows furrow a bit as he sets down his fork. ]

[Her head tips to the side and she turns to find the source of the sound, eyes sharp for any sign of trouble.]

No, what?

[ Isaac hesitates, uncertain. ] It... Kinda sounds like a cat. Well, multiple cats.

[Her head tips to the side for a moment, and her eyes widen when she hears it, glancing towards the open window that leads towards the fire escape.]

Actually, I think it's more like kittens.

[Stefan runs away from Mystic Falls (again) because he can (mostly) and because he needs a fresh start. He's stayed in that town a little too long, and now it's time to start over and meet new people and not spend all of his time with high school students.

He chooses Beacon Hills because ... well, there's just something about it, something he can't put his finger on, and since that's worked out so well for him in the past, you'd think that he would run screaming in the opposite direction, he doesn't. He's curious, more than anything else, and that is enough to get him to stick around, at least for a little while.

But he's not going to be a high school student. Not again. Nope.

He will, however, pass himself off as a lazy college student, and get a job at a mechanic's shop (apparently their last guy got crushed by car he was working on because the lift gave out - weird), and ignore the looks he gets from the local werewolves, whether it's because they know what he is (some dark sulking guy in a leather jacket likes to glare at the back of his head when thinks Stefan isn't looking and follow him around town, which can be hilarious when Stefan has no problem leading him through places like Jungle and Sin-ema to lose him), or because they're simply confused by the smell of dead person (the assistant at the local animal clinic, and adorably so at that. Stefan's thinking about getting a dog).

All that aside, there's very few people who truly have his attention, and a dark haired huntress with the last name "Argent" (he's run into her family before, back in the 20s, it isn't exactly a stellar relationship) who he should probably leave alone because it would definitely jeopardize the quiet existence he's been building here, but he just can't help himself.

Which would be why he's buying her coffee without her consent for the second day in a row when she just so happens to be behind him on the coffee line.

(Let's be honest, of the things he could be doing without her consent, that's fairly harmless.

He's also totally going to keep doing it until she does something about it, so there's that.)

(Yes, he's aware she's a high school student. He doesn't want to talk about it.)]

[ It's early on a Tuesday morning, the week before spring break. AKA midterms hell. The coffee shop is swarming with her fellow students on their way to school and Allison doesn't recognize Stefan in line ahead of her, having already nearly forgotten the odd encounter the day prior when she had reached the register with her iced caffè americano only to be informed by the cashier that the gentleman who had just swept out the door in a hurry had been kind enough to pick up her tab along with his own. Lydia of course was delighted by the romantic charm of it, but Allison had brushed it off as a simple -- if rare -- kindness from a stranger.

This time, when she receives the news as she's reaching into her wallet to pull out her debit card, she doesn't give him the chance to escape into the crowd. ]

Hey!

[ She calls after him, reaching a hand out to lightly touch his shoulder. ]

[He turns at the sound of her voice giving her a practiced but confused smile as he does. He needs to play it as a random coincidence, even though she's probably smart enough at this point to know that it's not.]

Yes?

[ He's got a nice smile -- bright, white teeth and slight dimpling of his cheeks.

She can't help but to laugh a bit nervously. Because she didn't actually think this through very well. Or, you know. At all. ]

Sorry, I wanted to thank you. For the coffee. Um, that was you yesterday too, wasn't it?

[He glances down before nodding.]

Oh, yeah. Must have been. I like ... paying it forward, you know?

[Liar.]

Oh, yeah, sure. [ She isn't entirely certain that she believes him but it doesn't matter right now. Tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, her own smile widens. ]

Anyway. I'm Allison. I don't think I've seen you around before? [ She's been coming to this coffee shop for years. ]

[He smiles in return, holding out a hand for her to shake.]

No, I'm new in town. I'm Stefan.

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