After finally finishing hours of paperwork for many occupants of Fabletown, Bigby decided to spend the rest of his day lazing around at the Trip Trap.

Everything was usual, Holly making drinks while talking to Grendel, refilling his glass every so often. Well it was, usual til you stepped in.

He was able to smell your scent past his Huff n' Puff cigs, more oddly when it felt familiar. Even with no memory of meeting you, but one look of his eyes locking with yours told him something was up.