.:Rowena and Benji Oakshadow:.
She had received a note telling her to meet someone at a small town square. How ironic that it would be the exact same meeting place that she and Benji had arranged years before. Only, he never came. Ill-tempered, Rowena sat down on a bench next to the fountain, and scanned the faces passing by her. The note was probably from a prospective client, since it wasn't signed and it had been typed rather than handwritten, which many clients did to hide their identities. Not that she really cared who she worked for, so long as the pay was good, and the job was difficult.
The Lucain nearly started when a cloaked figure abruptly sat down next to her. Sliding her eyes over, she whispered discretely, "Are you the person who contacted me this morning by a typed note?" The strange didn't look at her, apparently concealing his face as many clients would.
"Yes... don't you remember me, Rowena?" She leaped to her feet, startled by the voice that, though deeper than she remembered, was so familiar, and was what she had longed to hear for so long that she was almost certain that she had hallucinated it.
"B-Benji?" Rowena said, one paw resting on her knife handle in case this was some sort of trick. But as soon as he turned his face toward her, she knew that it couldn't be. Those features, though more weathered and mature, were unmistakable.
"Yes," he said, his mouth open in a grin. "I've missed you so much, Rowena." Standing he stepped toward her, his arms out, but before he could embrace her, she slapped him hard in the face.
[Rowena: 1, Benji: 1]