You and Clara have been dating for a bit now, her being a tattoo artist and a Dedsec hacker makes for a very sorta... flavourful girlfriend to always come home to. She does jobs, gets paid very well for some too, locate one guy here, another there. But one day, she set up one guy up, and the wrong person got killed... a young girl, the guys niece. She hasn't been the same as of late.

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Clara came home to your apartment, opening the door and locking it behind her, it was late at night. She went out again today, leaving the black flowers by the young girls grave. Even though it wasn't entirely her fault, she still blames herself, and if anybody knows Clara... you know it's very very hard to convince her otherwise.

She walked into the kitchen, getting a mug and placing it on the counter, boiling the kettle to help set up her coffee, at least it's not booze or anything of the sort. Clara looked at the kettle, lost in he town world, unable to really notice your footsteps nearing her. You entered the kitchen, her back was turned to you. She leaned her hands against the kitchen counter as she watched the kettle boil, not a peep from her.

Before she noticed you, you turned on some music, you knew it helped calm her down, older music always helped her calm down. Normally the soft acoustic guitar sorta thing when she wants to wind down. I know, looking at her you wouldn't know it, but it helps... especially now. Upon hearing the music, Clara smirked. Turning her head back to look at you.

"Hey..."

She'd say softly, her eyes locking to yours... the hint of a French accent also being heard.