She'd caught just a hint of his profile out of the coffee shop window as he passed. There was nothing particular exciting about how he'd drawn her gaze for a moment, but she'd known the moment she glimpsed him that he was familiar. And not from her past few days here. From Before that. From home.
Natalia was up and out of her seat in the blink of an eye, dashing out of the coffee shop without a word and down the street in the direction she'd seen the man walking. Her relief at seeing someone familiar, someone who might have real answers for her in the midst of all these confusing strangers, had her so relieved that she completely forgot herself for a moment and how she should be acting here.
Instead, she just flung herself at his back when she got close enough, arms clinging to his waist as she buried her face against the back of his spine.
[Sometime before his return to the bar?]
Natalia was up and out of her seat in the blink of an eye, dashing out of the coffee shop without a word and down the street in the direction she'd seen the man walking. Her relief at seeing someone familiar, someone who might have real answers for her in the midst of all these confusing strangers, had her so relieved that she completely forgot herself for a moment and how she should be acting here.
Instead, she just flung herself at his back when she got close enough, arms clinging to his waist as she buried her face against the back of his spine.
"Uncle Logan!"