𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.

The coffee is on the house until the owner comes back. It's not stealing if they say 'make yourself comfortable', right?

Mindlessly swipes on her phone.

Red wine being swirled in her glass, Isana's perched on one of the bar stools alone. Her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes quickly snap to him, her expression changing completely within a second to hide said concern. "Hm? No. I'm just. . . It's nothing."

Fingertips gingerly rub at her temples.

A single arrow is withdrawn from the quiver by her hip, the bow in her other hand rising as she attaches the two together. "If you receive damages, you're not allowed to sue me." Once the arrow is in place, the bow is drawn back, aimed and fired right toward Katherine.

Brows pinch together. Her patience was already wearing thin, hence the early morning archery session. "Your eye if you're not careful." Her answer to the latter's sentence. Oh, the temptation was beginning to grow but Isana would restrain. . . for now.

Slides onto the bar stool beside @BrashSinner, a hand rising to wave over the bartender. "You look terrible."

Her head rolls back, a groan escaping from her lips. "Really, Katherine? Do you not have anyone else to bother this fine morning?"