"It's not that I dislike you. I just like me better."
Waverly was, as she was prone to do, shopping. Adrien was home safe, doors locked, doing his homework. In her arms she held two large ecobags full of fresh fruit, vegetables, and bread. She herself was incompetent in the kitchen, so she made sure every thing she had to buy was okay to eat raw, or easily assembled. She would buy other, more convenient food, later. As she made her way through the market, double and triple checking that she bought everything Adrien and herself would need for the week, something small and quick caught her eye. Green eyes locked on black hair which darted from stall to stall acting, in Wave's mind, like a street rat. A very suspicious street rat. Wave knew the Street Rat type, having lived (for a few short months) with her ex on the streets of New York.
Waverly herself had recently had something expensive stolen, and wondered if there was some crime ring she could get answers from, if she played her card right. Maybe this little rat would be able to tell her where to look, she mused. Eyes narrowing as they followed the black head of hair, she shoved her bags into the arms of a shop keeper and turned just enough to give him an award winning smile, said "Hold this," and ran off into the crowd. Waverly was in no way a small person, but even she had trouble getting through the crowds of unfamiliar body shapes the island had to offer. Even at six feet tall, there was almost always someone in a room who towered above her, even if she wore heels. Still, she had a decent amount of muscle and stamina, so she could force her way to the rat quickly enough. "Hey, kid." Her voice was low, but it carried. She grabbed the girl's hand and pulled it away from the stall, turning her small body to look her dead in the eye. "I have some questions for you." Her grip was tight enough to hold on, but not tight enough to hurt. Not yet, anyway.
@Goblin
