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<p> Molly had arrived first and rather early, overly eager perhaps to re-meet with Cole Agrippa. She'd been thinking about him more often than she thought appropriate and while the thoughts were far from deviant they were a little less cordial and a tad more intimate than should be - as many young girls thoughts were when it came to handsome, older wizards.
<p> Pushing into the Emporium, Molly took an easy breath and relaxed near immediately. She really did rather enjoy this place if she were being completely honest. despite the dark, gloomy state that kept the owls tranquil and calm, there was an air of 'peace' about it that perhaps most people didn't see. She did tend romanticize most things after all and it was unlikely the Emporium hadn't also been so in her mind. Still, she was glad for the quiet as she walked inside, shut the door quietly and began to leisurely pace around. She didn't know when exactly he would be coming but she had prepared herself by bringing books, parchment and quill as well as a few sandwiches, snacks and treats for if she or he were to get hungry.
<p>Finding a relatively clean spot, Molly flushed out the blanket she'd brought to sit upon and smoothed it out from corner to corner. Settling herself in what was, perhaps, the only single ray of light streaming in from the roof top from outside - her hair reflected it whimsically and imitated the changing shades of dancing fire. Altering from shimmering red, orange, soft yellow to white gold in a state of unpredictable animation. Readying herself to wait, she pulled out her parchment and quill, beginning to write out her latest novella idea and the characters that would become the leading roles in it.
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His day had not been as easy has he had anticipated, so Cole was unfortunately running behind in his plans to meet Molly that afternoon. One of the other postal workers had come in late and one of the owls was sick, which reminded him he needed to pick up the correct medicine for Benedict while at the Emporium, but needless to day, his day had not gone according to plan.

He had been looking forward to seeing Molly again all day, though he could hardly comprehend why. Cole knew better than to get caught up with women, but he couldn't deny he wouldn't mind a new friend. Grip was hardly every around and with so little free time, he really only had his co-workers to socialize with. Cole couldn't really claim to have any real friends, people he could call on for advice or a good time, which never really bothered him, he supposed, but he wasn't going to turn away somebody who seemed to want to spend time with him.

Of course, it could get him in serious trouble.

He debated seriously about meeting Molly, but had found himself looking forward to it and so therefore ended up choosing to go. It wasn't exactly a smart choice, considering he was almost a decade her senior and he was fairly sure she wasn't bringing a chaperon with her, but the store was a pretty public place, so he was hoping that would work in their favor. It could certainly work against them.

Hurrying up High Street, he made his way to the store, slowing as he approached, trying not to appear to have run most of the way there, though he definitely had. Running a hand through his ragged hair, he doubted he looked very collected, but there was nothing he could do about it. As he entered the store, he did not see her immediately, but upon moving through the store, he found her, sitting comfortably on the floor. It looked as if she had been there a while and he felt bad for making her wait. "Sorry for the wait, Miss Donovan." He smiled shyly, rubbing his hand over the back of his head in his typical motion of embarrassment.

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<p> Although her writing was a good distraction, it hadn't been enough to not make her wonder if maybe he'd changed his mind. Cole had said he would come but the time had come for his arrival and as minutes ticked by Molly felt herself becoming a little anxious. She wasn't sure how to read men when it came to such things as this and Cole seemed far from the typical male to even go about trying to read him as one - but surely he would send an owl if he weren't coming, wouldn't he?
<p>Considering this, Molly stared down at the book in her lap and studied the quill tip in her hand that had it's sharp end just lightly pressed into the page - unmoving from it's spot as though it had frozen in time. There were so very few things in life that could often distract Molly from her writing but slowly she was coming to realize that Cole apparently was one. What was it about this male that made him so unique in her eyes that she openly admitted he distracted her? Surely there was more than his hair and his smile and his kind hearted nature? Perhaps she had been struck by a love spell and ooooh wasn't that a good idea for a book?!
<p>Smiling to herself, Molly's eyes darted up when his voice softly whispered his pardons for 'the wait' and Molly couldn't help but beam brightly at him not minding in th slightest. "Not at all, Mr.Agrippa." Molly grinned, patted the spot on the spread out blanket beside her and folded her book closed for the time being. Writing could be put off for a little while now that he was here. His company after all, had been her real goal for the afternoon...
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Rather amused to find her sitting upon a blanket on the floor in the back of the store, Cole was unsure if he should sit down or not. It looked quite cozy, but he was worried about what somebody would think if they were to happen across them. It certainly wasn't proper and while he was not very strictly held to society's standards, she was definitely of a higher class than he was and therefore should be paying attention to what was expected of her.

He also did not want to offend her, so after a moment's debate, he sat down on the edge of the blanket, close enough to converse, but far enough away that somebody could at least think propriety had crossed his mind at one point.

"What was it yeh were workin' on?" He inquired of her, noticing the book and quill she held in hand. Cole almost wished he could keep a journal, but considering he had neither the time, nor the education to do so, he figured it would look ridiculous. It would be nice to have a place to keep his thoughts though. He didn't have any friends really, even Grip was absent in his life for the most part. Usually it was just him, or Abbey if she was around. The girl was like a sister to him and he looked after her just as much as he looked after Grip. It struck him as ironic that Abbey and Molly were probably close in age and he viewed one like a sister and he viewed the other, well, not like a sister.

Taking a moment to look around, as he had only been in here a handful of times and never this far back into the show, Cole could see why Molly enjoyed it so much in here. It was quiet, only the owls cooing softly in the background. Very relaxing indeed.