[Cerealia isn't exactly a small colony, but with everyone restricted from leaving, there's still a pretty high chance of running into someone you know. Like now. Apollo eyes Maya from across the table at the diner they'd both apparently picked for lunch. With the lunch rush making tables limited, it hadn't exactly been a hard decision to share--besides, Apollo figures it's a good an opportunity as any to talk to his boss' old assistant.
He slides the menu back into its little slot to the side, taking a sip of his coffee as he does.]
So... [Apollo starts awkwardly.] I've read some of Mr. Wright's old case files. [More like all of them.] You're a spirit medium, right?
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He slides the menu back into its little slot to the side, taking a sip of his coffee as he does.]
So... [Apollo starts awkwardly.] I've read some of Mr. Wright's old case files. [More like all of them.] You're a spirit medium, right?