Aislinn might have murdered him in broad daylight if they weren't in public.

Time was a particularly sensitive factor for her, but cards of mourning were often repulsively tactless in their manner of portrayal. Her fingers flicked through the card in an almost disinterested manner, but her eyes were scanning each and every one of them, dismissing every layer of paper as stupidly incompetent. Her dead lover didn't like letters; it would've been an ironic manner of grieving if she wrote him one and left it on his grave. However, every word she inked is painful, and she couldn't fathom having someone else's eyes upon them.

Then this fool, this bumbling, insensible, idiot, dared to speak to Aislinn, despite the aloof demeanor she was exuding with her sullen expression, and intrude by making almost absurd assumptions that she would care for his taste?

There was a pause.

Aislinn slowly turned her icy cyan eyes on him-- eyes that could smite even the most hardened criminals and force them to cower in fear upon their agonizing cold depths, before she opened her mouth and spoke in a frigid tone that might kill.

"Do you work here, or are you the type that simply can't mind his own business?"

Her tone shrunk down into a softer one, though each word was still punctured with measurable threat.

"I don't need any funeral costs covered."

Aislinn was ready to shove past him and leave the unusually bright and cheerful shop with a grim corner, and disappear into the bustling street, but his words distracted her from doing so momentarily. An organization? Funeral costs? She paused and took a careful look at him. Despite her sub-conscious warning her otherwise, the primarily sly side of her was shaking off months of cheating rust, and rearing it's ugly head.

She rarely felt bad about conning others, especially the obtrusive ones. However, this one in particular was walking right into her trap; she might as well make some money off it. She evidently didn't need a funeral, but there were many, many things that Aislinn Layfette still desired.

Within a split second, her bottom lip started trembling and she looked at him with huge, tear filled eyes that could lure an infant into pitiful wailing as well.

"I'm sorry for being rude- it's just that--" She took a deep breath for air as her doe-like, teary eyes continued to shed tears. "It's just that- I spent all my money on my dad's funeral--" The said man wasn't actually dead, but Aislinn sure wished he was. "And I almost have no money to make rent this month- and I don't have a place to stay--  I just--"

Offer me money, sucker. Aislinn thought, as she continued sniffing, putting on every sign of a pathetic and small girl.

Aislinn felt almost... bad, actually.

Nathaniel wasn't a terrible guy-- he was evidently doing some charity work, though she could hardly tell if he was wealthy simply from the state of his clothes. He appeared like a normal person ( do people talk to strangers nowadays? Is that some kind of teenage trend? ), and the charity organization he was working with-- well. Still, Aislinn fell too far down the rabbit hole to retrieve her lies and admit the error of her ways, so she continued the ruse, assuming that she could shake him off after taking a free meal out from him.

"Nathaniel..." She repeated his name. It sounds almost religious, though she couldn't be sure. "My name is--"

Aislinn's mind kicked into panic mode instantly, as she wondered what fake name she could possibly make up on the spot. Layfette Aislinn? No, stupid, that's still her name! She swallowed her nervousness and forced herself to remain in an almost deadpan expression as she gave her name.

"My name is Nathalie... Nelle."

What the fuck, Aislinn.

Of all the Mary, Janes, and Claire, of all Smiths, Johnsons, and Browns she could have selected, she picked the lamest rendition of Nathaniel's name that her fumbling brain could possibly conjure. Aislinn made a mental note to slap herself across the face later, but she naturally took Nathaniel's hand, praying to deities she had absolutely no faith in, that he would merely take the similarities of their names as some kind of fateful encounter and certainly not a fake one

"Thank you for the meal." She says as sweetly as possible, using her other hand to wipe the fakest tears she's ever remembered crying away. "Thank you so much, you don't know me, but-- thank you."

There's three things about Aislinn Layfette that everyone must be clear of, if they want to grow closer to her in any manner. These three facts persisted, despite her efforts to rid of them for a brand new, sparkling clean identity.

a) She has a filthy temper.

She hated it when people infringe in her space. However, she would not flare up, but rather, sought to take something from them in an almost divine punishment-esque manner that ensured that would be punished, but would never traced it back to her- at least, not before she vanished from their lives.

b) She has a teardrop mole.

The mole is located under her right eye; a distinct marking that surgery can't remove, for the area is too sensitive, too risky.It was called a teardrop mole for those that has it were doomed to shed many, many tears of grief in their cursed lives, though Aislinn could never testify to that. It was attractive to many, off-putting to some, and extremely dangerous for someone on the run from a dangerous family.

c) She eats a lot.

And this was what Nathaniel was about to uncover. He unknowingly released a restrain; a cuff on a famished beast that would feast for days if she could; praising decent metabolism so that her body isn't obsessed. Aislinn Layfette loves dining, she loves eating, and once her ears picked up on the magical, surreal, and absolutely splendid words of order whatever [she] likes, she was on the menu in a flash, signalling to the waiter in another, and rattling out everything her greedy little heart desired.

"Lobster pasta, cavier sauce, king crab's pizza with the topping of fried buns, along with two glasses of apple cider, and a mini appetizer of greens."

She was racking up a ridiculous cost, but she slid the menu to Nathaniel with another sweet smile, before lacing her fingers together and propping her head on it, indicating that she was all to eager to listen to anything and everything he was going to say to her.