being supernatural in new orleans, meant that even if you hadn't actually talked to the person, you still sensed it on them. being a bringer of souls, meant that you needed to notice these differences. years later, she did her best to use that ability for good. "thanks, uhh it's mau right?" gabi tilted her head knowing that she had seen the woman at the b&b before. "i'm making bruschetta and it requires more tomatoes than i was able to grow. how weird it is that this is considered a fruit?" they quipped before placing the perfectly ripe berry in the tote with the rest of the ingredients. "you're parents are mary and nora right?" her eyebrow rose as she stood straighter.
she wanted a sense of normality. herself having tried to avoid society for too long with her recent change. the hybrid knew she had been staring at the same four walls of her apartment for too long. the farmers market had always brought her some joy. the vibrant colours, the smells and the atmosphere was always a place that brought her happiness. her eyes had been staring at the berry and she was about to grab it before she shook her head, hearing gabriela. “no, honestly you take it. i’ll be fine.” she spoke, hands slipping in her jacket pocket. “think you or your guests will enjoy it more.”