[attr="class","macrosp"]A lot of the rich residents of Anytown had this really odd secretive air to them... Many of them had the quiet reserved personality that basically made it clear; they didn't want to be bothered. Which was probably why they chose this dead end of a city to hide away in. However, that didn't answer the questions of like why did they want to be left alone? or how did they get so rich? Through some snooping, Sasha had discovered quite a number of them were active on Facebook of all things. Their lives were no longer that mystical when she could figure them out through the most boring easy scroll of pictures to snoop through. But it was the ones that didn't have the easily accessible social media that were definitely far more interesting, and it was those far more silent ones that Sasha found herself trying to figure out a bit better in person.

Today's target was the beautiful and young new arrival to Anytown by the name of Angelo Moreau. Talk around the town made him seem like the ideal mysterious rich man with potential to be some sort of romance novel protagonist. His money was old money, people said, but then there was questions as to why a person who inherited their money from family would suddenly move away from family. Arguments with his parents? Murdering the source of his inheritance to set himself for life even faster? This was a person filled with a possible number of tragic back stories, and Sasha was admittedly growing more and more curious the more she talked to some of the townspeople about him. Which lead to her current situation...

Sitting in Java Queen and sipping on a cup of cold coffee, which had been drowned in vanilla and sugar to overcome it's bitterness, while quietly peeking over at the mysterious Mr. Moreau. He wasn't that awfully exciting thus far unfortunately, just sitting in his little corner of the cafe, reading a book and listening to music. With the way he was seated, she could only figure his feet were propped up on the seat across from him to ensure no one got all up in his business. So, he wasn't waiting on some beautiful escort for sure... Granted, this guy was so damn pretty, she was sure he didn't need an escort period. In the notebook in front of her, she had made a note to try and figure out what kind of shampoo this guy used to maintain all of that hair, because how?

After a while of bouncing between some homework, general people watching, and writing down all sorts of random things in her journal, it dawned on her that she had yet to see what it was Mr. Moreau was reading, actually. After noticing him not even flinch when people wandered by him or hovered close, it shouldn't be too hard to try and sneak a peek at what he was reading, right? Right. So she got up, gathering her things to get ready to head out after this, and started over towards Angelo's table. Cup in hand, phone in the other, she simply planned to just 'drop' her phone and then try to get a peek at the book cover as she knelt down to pick it up. However, when she dropped her phone, she didn't expect someone to knock into her next and suddenly cause her drink to spill on Mr. Moreau's table and now she was noticed.

Shoot.

He asked if she was alright and she quickly responded with a quick alerted nod. Flustering as Angelo got up, she swiftly ducked her head down and reached for the napkin dispenser on his table to start trying to pat clean the spilled mess up. So smooth. As he started to apologize though, that's when she looked back to him more properly with a confused look. "O-Oh, no, you're fine!" she assured immediately. "That was my bad, I zoned out for a moment there or something, heh." With a shrug, she quickly returned to trying to clean the spot up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you like that, you don't have to get up."

[attr="class","macrosp"]Of all the reactions and responses she expected, warm hands being set on top of her own were certainly not in the list. Mr. Mysterious Moreau was being far more understanding and patient than she would've expected. Part of her anticipated some sort of grumpy and cold reaction, but he not only started apologizing to her but stopped her efforts to clean up her mess.

It threw her through a small loop, making her simply stare at their hands for a moment, before she relented her efforts at cleaning off the table. After a pause, she slipped her hands back from his. That was a little bit too intimate of a touch for her liking with someone she didn't really know, honestly. It was almost unsettling, but she hadn't heard anything about him being... Creepy, or overly flirty with girls, so maybe it was just truly supposed to be a comforting gesture. Either way, she pulled her hands back before noticing her phone on the floor.

"O-Oh, there it is!" she chirped suddenly, kneeling down to pick up the phone and hold it up to show to him. "My phone fell, so..." she trailed off nervously, before remembering his book and her spill. Right, this did give a good chance to try and spot what it was he had been reading. Holding her phone to her chest, she tilted her head with an obviously worried look. "I'm probably being a total bother but uh, I didn't spill anything on your book, did I?"