Looking at the city that she called home for so long, Agnes had to admit that it looked, for some reason, so very different. It was almost as if she were gazing upon it for the first time, a feeling that was strange and yet...somehow freeing. When she passed by places that she knew she should know and love, she honestly didn’t feel the same pangs of sadness for them like she used to. She didn’t shed a tear when she passed by the restaurant where she and River were making wedding plans, and she didn’t even pause when she glanced at the Portuguese restaurant where she and Rebecca had had that huge fight. What did they even fight about? The thought made her smirk because, really, she didn’t care.

But, she was not in this city to remember the “good old days”, she were here for forge some new ones -- ones mainly centered around how to get back to the redheaded b*tch that so easily forgotten her. But all in due time. Right now she needed to focus on gaining her bearings as opposed to how she could make the Scot’s life a living hell. Once she anchored herself, then she could set those plans into motion. For now, well, there was nothing wrong in having a little fun.

She was definitely getting more attention that she used to. Strolling down the sidewalks of New York, she could see more heads turning her way. Men, women, all of which wanted to look upon the leggy, milky skinned woman with the dark hair and the piercing blue eyes. While Agnes had always had those features before, now they were included in a much nicer package. Ever since she had emerged from her cocoon, the young woman found herself taller and far more curvaceous than she used to be; features that were only accentuated by the tight jeans and the loose sweater that she wore upon her torso. Her eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, the young woman offered a flirtatious smile to a lovely blonde that passed her by, before continuing on her way.

It was so good to be back.

Moving into a corner coffee shop, the young woman adjusted her purse. She didn’t live far from here. As soon as she got to town, she used a generous portion of the money to get herself a nice apartment and put down a few months rent. It wouldn’t last but she was certain that she could get more. After all, just a glance around the establishment she entered seemed to show that she was surrounded by suitors who would probably give her anything she asked for.

She waited patiently in line, humming a nameless tune to herself with one arm curled around her stomach and the other pulling her sunglasses off. Idly she chewed upon the end of the arm of her sunglasses, imagining thoughts that were best left to her own mind. Her eyes glanced to the side where she noticed a petite woman with mocha skin staring at her. Agnes scrunched up her nose cutely at the woman, her pink tongue darting slowly along the edge of her glasses. The action caused the woman to nearly drop her cup. Agnes snorted at this and, noting that her line was moving forward, followed along.

When she got to the front of the line, a few more flirtatious words were shared with the woman behind the counter. She wasn’t as bumbling as the other woman Agnes had just interacted with, and actually seemed open to meeting up later. Agnes, of course, merely offered her a ”We’ll see…” before she paid half-price for her drink and moved away with a small little wave of her fingers.

Arriving in the waiting area, waiting for her honeysuckle-infused blended mocha, the young woman slipped both arms under her chest and leaned against the wall with the sigh. Waiting was boring but as much as her stingers itched to pierce the surface, she knew she had to keep certain satisfactions for a later time. For now, she was just going to wait for her coffee and then find a nice place to sit and observe.

A glance to the person waiting nearby and Agnes gave them a sweet smile. ”Their coffee of the month sounds yummy,” she said softly. ”You have to wonder whose job it is to come up with these all the time.”

Gwen hadn't completely decided if she liked the big city of New York or not. She had a lot of feelings about it. She had feelings about so much about all the different things. Some were good, some were terrible. 

One thing she did have good feelings about was the abundance of shops, specifically coffee shops. She could go to a new one every day and it make entire sense. Plus, it didn't cost an entire months wage to get a cup of coffee. That was always nice, granted, Gwen never had to worry about that anyways. She sighed, she had lived a very privilaged life in her time. She couldn't believe she made out like it was so bad for so long - she was wrong. There was so much good in her time, despite all the evil. She hated slavery and the treatment of women and other minorities, but it seemed like humanity was going to slip right back into their racist ways. It wasn't too long ago, after all, only 150 some odd years ago. It just seemed wrong that after so much progress, it seemed like it could easily be lost. Not to mention, now there was a whole new equality fight - for mutants. That hadn't existed in her time because they weren't even considered mutants. 

Demons. She had thought she was partially possessed her entire life, not some 'genetic' code programmed by her body during her formation in her mother's womb. It was a good feeling to know that the Devil hadn't occupied her, though, and it was merely a this whole genetic thing - no one has a choice if they're a mutant or not. In similar ways, humanity had progressed - race was also genetic, uncontrollable. As was sexual orientation, which was a bigger shock to Gwen than she was expecting but she could only find happiness that the world had become so accepting. At least, it had. Maybe it would continue that way, maybe it wouldn't. The Civil War was suppose to ensure African Americans the rights of as any white man but they didn't get full rights until the 1960's - a whole century later. And that didn't happen until after the systematic murder of over 6 million Jewish individuals in Europe. 

It made her sick to her stomach.

Despite all of this, though, she had to continue to live her life as a citizen of the 21st century. She had accepted her fate - she was a woman trapped in a different time, but she fit more in with this time than hers. Not to mention, Gwen was really enjoying hot showers, toothpaste, soda, and the abundance and easiness of getting food. Lots and lots of food. She couldn't imagine something like this in 1862. She figured the world would get better, but she didn't realize it would be this better. At least, in the United States. She had learned that this type of equity hadn't formed across the globe. 

It was all a huge learning experience, one that made Gwen tired most of the time. 

Gwen had decided to wear a long dress, despite the cooling weather. She knew she needed to stock up on more warm clothes, but she still felt wrong in jeans. It wasn't like it was a bad thing, it just didn't feel right on her. She had made herself wear them several times and they were comfortable enough. She knew women in this time mostly wore jeans, too. 

With a sigh, she made her way into a small, corner coffee shop, and she stood in line. She glanced around at the people. Someone seemed to be making quite a show because one woman nearly dropped a cup. Sheesh. Plus, that honey smell. It smelled absolutely amazing. She had been in some bee farms in her youth and it was always amazing watching and smelling the hand crafted honey. Her eyes scanned the room before her eyes finally landed on who was causing the commotion - a very, very beautiful woman, definitely a woman that knew she was beautiful too. It took a moment, but Gwen realized she had said something, "Did you say something? I quite apologize, I did not hear you." Her voice came out in a very upper class, proper, Bostonian accent. She wasn't even sure if she was talking to her or someone else, honestly, but heck, why not reply? 

Agnes had always loved to frequent coffee shops and, unsurprisingly, they tended to coincide with interesting times. It was in shops like this that she ran into her ex, Jasmine, and reconciled as friends, it was also here where she tried to both break-up with River, as well as inform Gina of the truth of her affair. Maybe it was fitting that bittersweet moments were attached to these places, but Agnes wasn’t going to let that stop her from going to them. She was as much an addict as everyone else.

Leaning against the wall, her arms folded against her body in such a way that her chest was pushed up a bit, she had to make light dialogue with someone. While it was all nice and good to flirt from far away, she wanted to see the effect that she had on people up close. One such candidate seemed to be the very pretty brunette who was standing nearby, also waiting for coffee. Idly Agnes started with small talk, pointing out the inherent difficulties of the job it took to name all these coffees.

She waited, smiling a little when the woman caught her eye. Really, the woman had absolutely gorgeous eyes, to the point that Agnes was almost a little jealous of her. Really, it was a sin to have such pretty eyes, like tiny galactic whirlpools circling a black hole. It was enough that even Agnes found her mind wandering, but thankfully, so was the other woman. She gave her a smile and a gentle tilt of her head as she seemed shaken from her own musing.

>>"Did you say something? I quite apologize, I did not hear you."

The accent was a little like music to her eyes, but something that was both different and yet familiar. She wondered briefly about where the woman could possibly be from, but that was a something that would only come up with the woman wanted to engage in conversation. After all, Agnes wasn’t going to force her attention onto someone; that was saved for Rebecca.

A grin played at her lips as she tilted her head, giving the woman her full attention. She dipped her head, accepting the apology from her, and jutted out her hip a bit as she leaned back against the brick wall behind her. ”Oh, no apology necessary,” she said playfully. ”Kind of a lame topic I guess...talking about coffee in a coffee shop.” She smirked. ”Sorry if I interrupted you.”

Gwen was enjoying the coffee shop. She had been scouting them out ever since she actually started making some money. She was beginning to finally adjust to how coffee tasted in this time. Of course, she was adjusting to how everythign tasted in this time. Nothing was the same. She missed the old ways but she was warming up to the 21st century version of food. 

>> ”Oh, no apology necessary, Kind of a lame topic I guess...talking about coffee in a coffee shop. Sorry if I interrupted you.”

Gwen couldn't help but stare at the woman's beautiful blue eyes. She took a breath and tried to shake the feelings that went through her before her, not to mention trying to reduce the blush that went over her cheeks. What kind of feeling was this? 

She cleared her throat, "Oh, no. A chat about coffee in a coffee shop makes quite good sense." She shook her head as someone grumped and skipped her in line. She glared towards the man but whatever, she was a bit distracted by the beautiful, amazing smelling woman that was beside her. She was captivating, somehow. Gwen was pretty sure she was straight. She thought, anyways. At least in her time... But, in this time, it was different. People had become more accepting and understanding, it was no longer considered a sin. At least, to the people who really mattered.

"Um, well, let me get my coffee," she fumbled before she stepped forward after the man. She was going for a nice, basic, small cup of black coffee. It reminded her the most of her time, her home. 

It was a very basic order, so she had the small cup of joe pretty quickly. She began to walk back towards the exit but she nearly ran into the woman as she tried to find herself heading towards the exit, "Oh, I apologize. Again." She turned a deep shade of red. 

The woman with the elegant accent really was quite striking. On top of that, she seemed utterly taken back in conversing with her; that was always a plus for Agnes. To chat with someone when they were at a disadvantage usually meant that she had the upper hand and that she appreciated. Not that she had any nefarious plans for the blonde, though she was distractingly gorgeous, but she wasn’t on Agnes’ hitlist. She was just a tasty morsel that the brunette was happy to spend her time chatting up.

>>"Oh, no. A chat about coffee in a coffee shop makes quite good sense."

Agnes apologized for the interruption and the flustered woman immediately commented that the setting was appropriate. However, the other seemed to be struggling to find the right words to follow that up. Agnes crossed her arms under her chest, tilting her head as she watched her. The woman with the beautiful eyes really was adorable as she tried to figure what else to say. Agnes almost had hope for an actual conversation but she slipped away with an excuse...

>>"Um, well, let me get my coffee,"

”Of course, sweetness,” she said, adding a small wink to the blonde.

Agnes didn’t pursue but instead let the woman wander off to collect her coffee. Not long after, Agnes’ own order was called out so she went to retrieve it. Taking up her honey-infused blended coffee, the insect queen gratefully took it in hand. Her pale fingers wrapped around the chilly plastic cup and took a long, slow sip; it tasted as good as she imagined it would. Satisfied with her purchase, and sad that her quarry got away, Agnes turned to head out of the shop, but not before she ended up accidentally bumping into a familiar face.

>>"Oh, I apologize. Again."

”No need. Again, totally my fault...” she said. A sly smile pulled at her lips, exposing just a glimpse of her white teeth. She scooped up some of the whipped cream in her blended coffee with her straw, pulled it out of the cup and licked it off. The scent of honey in the air only grew stronger. ”...after all, I couldn’t let you get away that easily, could I, my starry eyed friend?” Another sip before she extended a hand out towards her. ”My names Agnes. Yours, darling?”

Gwen didn't really understand why the woman was making her feel the way she was feeling. It made her a bit uncomfortable, nervous, and intimidated. She usually didn't feel this way about anyone. She wasn't even sure why that honey scent that dazzled around the woman made her feel a little crazy. She shivered thinking about it. She wasn't even a fan of honey. 

>> ”Of course, sweetness,”

Gwen could only let out a nervous giggle as the woman added 'sweetness' and a wink. Oh god, why a wink? Gwen didn't feel very comfortable in the modern world, let alone getting called names by pretty women. 

>> ”No need. Again, totally my fault...”

With that, she nearly ran into the woman again on the way out. Oh dear. Oh deary dear. She could tell her cheeks were red and she was sure the woman noticed too, "Oh, no, no, quite my fault. Silly me, not watching where I was going." How could she with that heavenly honey smell in the air? 

>> ”...after all, I couldn’t let you get away that easily, could I, my starry eyed friend? My names Agnes. Yours, darling?”

She smiled slightly. She was enjoying the uniqueness of her new found eye color. She had no idea why her eye color was this color now. It had been a nice shade of green before she arrived in 2017. She just presumed maybe the timeline tainted a part of her. Who knew, maybe she'd be blind in a few years. Maybe she wouldn't have to see the beautiful woman in front of her who was waiting for her to reply. 

She daintily took Agnes hand in hers and nodded with a shake, "I suppose not," which was followed by a nervous giggle. She cleared her throat, "I'm Gwendolyn Theodosia White. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agnes. The coffee is good, I hope?" She was enjoying hers. She really needed to remember that middle names weren't part of introductions in this time. 

Agnes had to admit that the blonde was pretty adorable. Not only were her eyes absolutely gorgeous focal points, the small little smiles and the fluster that overtook her was just too much for Agnes to bear. She remembered when that was her, always unsure, a little too shy, unwilling to make the first move, but with her new outlook on life, she was not that timid and quiet anymore. Rather, the young woman was bolder, stronger, more willing to reach out and take what she wanted.

Did she want this woman? Well, she wouldn’t make any decisions about that just yet. In the meantime, she was having too much fun simply conversing with her and watching the blush creep over her cheeks.

After their second “meeting”, Agnes took the blame for being the guilty party, simply laughing it off as just herself being clumsy. The other woman didn’t seem eager to send her away, either, instead choosing to just reclaim the fault. Again, the woman was absolutely adorable.

>>"Oh, no, no, quite my fault. Silly me, not watching where I was going."

The accent was something to be admired. Agnes used to love accents -- well, she still did, just so long as they weren’t Scottish. This woman certainly didn’t sound Scottish and that, of course, is a feather in her cap. So, instead of keeping this back-and-forth going, Agnes relented with a small dip of her head. She would allow the blonde to take the blame and, in return, giving her a soft, dazzling smile.

>>"I suppose not...I'm Gwendolyn Theodosia White. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agnes. The coffee is good, I hope?"

”Gwendolyn…” Agnes parroted. Her sapphire eyes alit with amusement. Idly, a force of habit, they looked the woman up and down with interest. Nothing too scandalous, but there was a certainly a small hint of it. ”...such a beautiful name.” Her humor returned as she offered the woman her smile once again. ”Certainly better sounding than ‘Agnes’.” The giggle that followed was soft and light. ”Oh yes, the coffee is divine.” She paused for a moment, considering, before she continued. ”Would you like to sit and join me? Unless you’re in a rush to leave? I certainly hope not on my account.”

Gwen took a breath when Agnes took her apology and her faultness. At least they didn't have to keep that going. Why would that have kept going, actually? How can someone actually look that good, honestly? She was even a little jealous. She debated on taking a sip of coffee but was worried a small nervous giggle might interrupt in the process. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the ridiculously gorgeous woman, after all.  

>> ”...such a beautiful name.”

And it was good she hadn't, because she immediately felt her nervous giggle escape her mouth. The woman checked her out and then called her name beautiful. It was quite a compliment coming from her, that was for sure. She just didn't know how to really reply except for a small, squeaky, "Well, thank you." She didn't feel like she could turn another shade of red but she still felt hot. After a couple seconds and regaining her composure for the umpteenth time, "Oh no, Agnes is a beautiful name, too. It has a certain charm. Strong, confident..." her voice trailed off. She smiled. That was true. It wasn't a common name in her time but it was a respectable one - it reminded her of names like Joan, like from the story of Joan of Arc. It was a strong name.

>>”Would you like to sit and join me? Unless you’re in a rush to leave? I certainly hope not on my account.”

She shook her head, she had no where to be. She was just here for the coffee. She thought anyways. Now she wasn't so sure. Was she about to go to sit with this woman for a chat? Could she handle herself long enough to have a chat wit her? Well, it was too late. Gwen needed to live a little, anyways. She'd never have had an opportunity like this in her time. "I have time," she smiled nervously, "No plans except to drink this coffee." That was kinda dumb... Of course she was going to drink the coffee. She kicked herself mentally before moving over to a table and offered for Agnes to sit in front of her.

Again, Agnes couldn’t help but be so addicted to how sweet and unfamiliar Gwendoline was. Her reactions were so genuine and yet so completely unsure of herself that Agnes was almost a little touched by it, but she was moreso entertained. She took another sip of her drink, eyeing the woman and making no point to hide her interest. After all, if Gwen were uncomfortable, all she had to do was ask Agnes to stop and she would; but no such words escaped her, therefore the ex-violinist had every reason to believe that her presence was wanted.

Good. From time-to-time, she enjoyed an uncomplicated chase.

And so the compliments began. Gwendoline truly was a beautiful name, and that was punctuated by the fact that it belonged to a beautiful woman. However, Agnes wouldn’t pour it on too strong, instead she deflected part of her statement by being a bit self-deprecating in regards to her own name. She knew it sounded too old-timey. ‘Agnes’ was a name better suited to little old biddies or librarians or women who made their lives centered around cats -- not the lovely, blue-eyed brunette who had clear interest in the blonde.

But, alas, it would seem that sweet, sweet Gwendoline would continue to allow herself to be pulled deeper into the brunette’s web by denying Agnes’ comments.
>>"Well, thank you...Oh no, Agnes is a beautiful name, too. It has a certain charm. Strong, confident..."

Agnes grinned. She idly began to chew on her straw, her face tilted down but her eyes still boring holes into the blonde before her. The insect queent knew that “strong” and “confident” were rarely words that were attributed to her in the past. She was always so meek and shy, but now she was certainly a woman who knew her self-worth. Still, the blonde managed to hit those nerves that made the brunette smile a genuine, non-predatory smile. It was only for a moment, but it was all Agnes needed to make up her mind about her new quarry.

Coffee. They were in a coffee shop together. They both had drinks in their hands. Why not take the opportunity to sit and have drinks together? It was only right. Therefore, Agnes invited her…

>> "I have time...No plans except to drink this coffee."

The joke was lame, but Agnes appreciated it nonetheless. She shared a giggle, one not as nervous as the other’s but sweet sounding nonetheless. Agnes bit the corner of her lip cutely, her sapphire eyes once again following the contours of Gwen’s face for one last appraisal before she turned turned and swept her arm outward, gesturing towards an empty table in the corner where they could sit and chat. She waited for Gwen to start walking before Agnes joined her at her side.

”You have a lovely accent, by the way.” she commented. ”Sounds...Boston? But...there’s something so...proper about it.” She pointed out. The grin on her lips showed that it wasn’t a bad thing.

Gwendolyn was going through so many emotions, feelings, and tingles all over her that she wasn't entirely sure what to do. She just didn't know what the heck to do, honestly. She wasn't even very into romance in her timeline - she would sneak out to the pubs, drank with the commoners, maybe did some scandalous things under the cover of the night. But with a woman? She had never risked that. She didn't even know if she wanted to do it now yet the fire that was burning in her bosom was undeniable. 

Agnes was a familiar name, anyways, and Gwen liked things that reminded her of her time. At least, the better parts of her time. Agnes just made her feel like her history hadn't all been lost. People still were named after their time. 

It looks like Agnes giggled at her blunder of a joke. That was comforting. At least she didn't roll her eyes and wave her away like she was, well, crazy and terrible. Gwen kind of felt crazy and insane, though. 

Once she sat down in the chair, she immediately returned to her proper ways - her back was arched, her hands delicately folded on top of each other in her lap. She took a moment before she relaxed a little, her back hunching only slightly and her hands going to fiddle with the coffee cup. A sip of coffee, that's what she would do. She took a quick sip.

>> ”You have a lovely accent, by the way. Sounds...Boston? But...there’s something so...proper about it.” 

She nodded, "Good ear, yes, it is Bostonian. It still has some of the remnants of the British language I've noticed." She took another quick sip of coffee, "It took a little while before the accents switched to the American Boston accent." That might have been a little too much information, she cleared her throat, "Or so the history books tell." Agnes would have no idea what she meant. British, Americanized accent, god could she be any more obvious that she was not from around here... Or this time? Heaven knows how she might react to knowing Gwen had come from a different time. She was, after all, over 150 years old. 

Granted, her voice did have a pretty proper sound. No one else really had her accent now. It had become the standard American accent by present. In her time, it was still evolving into it's current form. It was amazing how languages shaped and changed over time. She gave Agnes a smile, took a breath of confidence, "Are you from around here?" 

Seats were found, and fairly easily. It seemed that the coffee shop goddesses were upon their side as several tables had opened up just as the pair of them crossed the distance from the bar to the sitting area. Normally coffee shops, especially in New York, were crowded elbow-to-elbow. People stuck together like sardines in a can, wriggling to escape, snatch their cup of coffee, and flee back into the open air of the world. It was torture, really, but today had proved to be sheer nirvana as both women were quick to find a table all to themselves.

Agnes slipped into her, crossing her legs under the table as she arched her back a little, making her chest push against the loose folds of her sweater. She observed her new partner take a seat and remarked, again, on just how proper the simple action was. With her hands folded onto her lap, Agnes was reminded of classic paintings of Venetian high society posing for portraits. It was intriguing, to be honest; what other mysteries did this starry-eyed goddess hold within her?

The keep the conversation going, Agnes commented on Gwendolyn’s accent. She knew Bostonian when she heard it, but there was such a crispness to the woman’s words that it made the insect queen momentarily pause in thought. There was more to her than just talking in the manner of a Bostonian, so she tried to dig a little deeper.

>>"Good ear, yes, it is Bostonian. It still has some of the remnants of the British language I've noticed...It took a little while before the accents switched to the American Boston accent...Or so the history books tell."

”How interesting…” she said with a smile.

Agnes wasn’t stupid. She zeroed in on the comment right away but not because Gwendolyn was that outright with it, but because the huntress was scrutinizing every little bit of her. The way she stood, how she sipped her coffee, the way that she tried to keep the nervousness from her voice, all of it under her sapphire gaze as she tried to solve the enigma this woman presented.

The action seeming pulling a bit of information that was, needless to say, unexpected. She had admitted that, yes, her accent was Bostonian but then provided Agnes with a history lesson as to its origins and its current state. It sounded almost as if this were something that Gwendolyn had a deeper knowledge of. She tried to play it off as it was just something she read about in history books, but the flush of nervousness that overtook her hardly made that seem possible. She would have to remember that for later.


>>"Are you from around here?"

She nodded. ”Yes. Born and raised here.” She wouldn’t delve too deeply into her own history. Her parents, what they did to her, what the Church has done to her the entirety of her life, well, it was too early to go into such horrid tales. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and went on some vague details. ”All my life. As a matter of fact…” she gave the woman a playful smile. ”If need, I dunno, a guide to show you the sights, I would be more than happy to oblige you.”

Once Gwen was settled into her seat, she felt a bit more comfortable. She didn't feel as exposed, at least. She was able to act ordinary - kind of, anyways. She was simply resting in a chair, sipping some warm, soothing coffee. No matter what time a girl was from, coffee was important. It wasn't even too crowded in the small coffee shop. It was definitely a surprise to be able to actually speak to each other and be able to hear without the all so common, 'huh' or 'what?' questions. 

Gwen couldn't help but stare into those light blue eyes. They were mesmerizing. Not to mention coupled with that sweet honey smell, it was bliss. A strange, confusing, unknown territory bliss, but still bliss. Gwen couldn't argue with her feelings and they definitely enjoyed the company of the woman named Agnes. And not in a saintly way, either. Her eyes followed Agnes eyes, down to her lips, and finally, down to her bosom for the blink of a moment. Was she pushing her chest out some? Gwen couldn't really tell but it wasn't like she had too. Gwen wasn't one to complain, anyways. She simply gulped, looked away, and took another sip of coffee. Geez, how hot was it in here? She did miss the old days of fans but these air conditioner units were nice too. She imagined they would be fairly useful in the summer, especially these modern summers. It seemed so much hotter than it use to be.

>> ”How interesting…” 

Gwen nodded and gave Agnes a warm, weak smile, "Why yes, it is. I have all sorts of historical facts tucked away in my noggin'." At least, if she had any questions from 1840-1862, anyways. She knew all about those times - at least within the context of her life. She probably didn't know that much about a poor man's world, but she knew all about high American society in the more wealthy families... In Boston, of course. If she hadn't been snatched from her time, she probably would have learned more about the Capital and maybe even Pennsylvania.

>> ”Yes. Born and raised here. All my life. As a matter of fact… If need, I dunno, a guide to show you the sights, I would be more than happy to oblige you.”

Gwen nodded and gave another smile, "Ah, that is swell. The area has quite the charm, I must say. It is a little more on the dirty side in some areas but otherwise quite a cultural achievement. Even in the 1800's, New York City was a bustling city full of people." She chuckled, "Technology might change but humanity does not." She was rambling and she knew she was rambling. What else was she suppose to do, though? Sit with her jaw drop open staring at her the entire time? Ugh, it wasn't fair whatever was going on inside her stomach. 

She perked a brow and giggled nervously before nodding slowly, "I-I, well, um, sure, I would love that. I haven't had a real guide about the city, honestly..." 

Agnes was careful with the blonde because the last thing that she wanted to do was the scare her off. She was highly interested in her, especially since she seemed so new to all this. Agnes really wasn’t making it a secret that she was attracted to the blonde and, judging by her nervousness, Gwen wasn’t about to send Agnes away. On top of that, the blushes and the uncertainty certainly made it seem as if Agnes was dealing with a blank canvas -- her absolute favorite.

Her soft tongue darted out, over her straw, before she drew it between her lips and took another sip of her sweet drink. Her hungry eyes continued to look over the properly sitting blonde, listening to every word that she had to say. She actually was pretty interested in what the other was saying, but there was a nagging feeling that the starry eyed woman was not telling her the absolute truth. That was fine, Agnes was lying about certain things too, so who was she to judge?

>>"Why yes, it is. I have all sorts of historical facts tucked away in my noggin'."

Her sly smile curled her lips. ”Oooh...I wonder what other funny little thoughts are in there.” A wink. Just a quick one. One that could easily be confused with her blinking light or a dust mote out of her eye. Slowly she needed to apply more pressure to this woman, just to see exactly how interested and brave she was, but not enough where she would terrify her. Newbies could be so easily startled.

A tour around the city was offered, or at least suggested in order to spend more time together. Agnes really had been here almost the entirety of her life and she knew a lot about it. Many dark little nooks where two people could find themselves and be unseen by the rest of the world.

>>"Ah, that is swell. The area has quite the charm, I must say. It is a little more on the dirty side in some areas but otherwise quite a cultural achievement. Even in the 1800's, New York City was a bustling city full of people….Technology might change but humanity does not."

She smiled. The woman was adorable when she rambled, and again seemed to hint at something that was going unsaid. What mystery was this woman hiding?

>>"I-I, well, um, sure, I would love that. I haven't had a real guide about the city, honestly..."

”Excellent…” Agnes said softly. Her lips pursed as they wrapped around her straw again, another sip following. ”...I would love to show you everything.” Innuendo? Maybe. How would Gwen respond? That was what she was most interested in knowing.

Gwen kind of understood what she was feeling. Her skin felt really warm, more warm than she'd really ever felt before. It was a strange feeling. Gwen knew she had to quit acting like a nervous wreck - but she had a crush on a woman. Wasn't that a terrible thing? She was supportive of the LGBT community in this time because it was the right thing to do... But what if she was part of the LGBT community, too? That wasn't something she had considered before. 

It wasn't something she had time to think about becuase she was too busy watching Agnes lip move over her straw, sucking the sweet drink into her mouth. Gwen gulped and almost shook her head as if to try to ge ther out of the trance Agnes kept tyrin got put her under. It really wasn't fair that the woman had this much... Power over her. 

>> ”Oooh...I wonder what other funny little thoughts are in there.” 

Gwen giggled nervously. Did she wink at her? No, it was probably just a twitch or light or even something in her eye. There was no way she just winked at her. Why would an attractive woman like Agnes like her, Gwendolyn from the 19th century who clearly had no ability to flirt, especially with a woman. It was just so different to her - heck, she never even felt this way until this day. With her. 

>>

Gwen slowly licked her lips before she giggled nervously, her cheeks flushing red, "Oh, uh, well, I wouldn't mind you showing me everything..." Wait, did she mind? She wasn't entirely sure. She had all sorts of emotions about Agnes. Well, not really emotions as just plain attraction. Ugh, life in the 21st century was complicated. 

There was something that Agnes just loved about teasing the young blonde with the shy look in her eyes. She was interested but there was something that was standing in the way of that. Maybe this was her first time flirting with another woman, maybe she was just too polite to say no and now found herself stuck and unable to get out. Whatever the case, Agnes was spurred on by the woman’s reactions to her and wanted to see just how far she could take it.

Show her everything. It was a phrase that could have been taken in oh so many ways. New York had a variety of sights to see, as did Agnes, so which would the other be interested in? Agnes tossed the idea out there, playfully sipping at her drink and awaiting Gwen’s reaction.

>>"Oh, uh, well, I wouldn't mind you showing me everything..."

Her smile broaden. Leaning back in her seat, Agnes casually crossed her legs, her smile predatory as she continued to eye the blonde morsel up and down. Truly this day was turning in a manner that she had not fully expected. She loved the thrill of the hunt, but sometimes it was nice to come across a meal that was ready and waiting. Gwen certainly seemed interested in her but needed some guidance. Agnes would be more than happy to provide as much guidance as she would need.

A small purse of her lips and Agnes picked up her drink for another sip. Gwen needed to get her nerves under control before anything more serious than playful flirtation would occur, but it was just so much fun. With a tilt of her head, she gave the other a grin, her eyes in no way being subtle as they once again looked over the woman.

”You okay, honey?” she asked softly. ”You seem a little on edge.”