The day was pretty nice considering it was winter. The sky was relatively clear aside from one or two threatening clouds in the distance, and Jake had decided to keep today clear so she could take a break from her work.

Jake's original intention of visiting Cedarwood Park had been to take a stroll, but now she was here, she felt like just drinking in some scenery... and maybe breathing in some smoke.

Yawning slightly, the lesbian pulled off her jacket and laid it on the ground, sitting on it with her knees tucked up and resting her arms on them. She was wearing an open white shirt with braces slung over her shoulders, attatched to a pair of simple black slacks. Under her shirt was a black tee with the faces of the members of one of her favourite bands, and under that the band's logo proclaiming their name, "Lordi".

Digging into her pocket, Jake produced a packet of cigarettes and a disposable lighter. Opening the pack, she held one of the cigarettes firmly between her plump lips, and then places the packet next to her, and lit the cigarette. Taking a deep drag, Jake glanced around the pretty much empty park, then looked to the sky, and then started flicking the lighter on and off as she smoked.

Anita García

After the long travel to this place Anita needed some open space. She had seen a park and was walking towards it. Once in the park she felt free again. It was quite lovely even though it was in a busy city. With a slow pace she walked around and her mind started to wander off to her past. She wondered how things were with Sancho. Before she had left she hadn't heard of him for months and she was so very pleased with that. She also wondered how her parents were doing. Anita hadn't spoken to them in years.

"Fool," she thought to herself "you are free now. Stop worrying about others and start living your own life."

A slight breeze was playing with her long raven black locks and Anita enjoyed the soft feeling. Being touched by the wind was the most wonderful thing according to her. It is like something barely touches you, it's a touch of nature, a touch without any meaning and a lot of meaning at the same time. Anita took out her pack of cigarettes and lit one.

The smoke circled softly from her mouth while she kept on walking around. Anita thought she was all alone and that made her feel easy and comfortable.

Jake stopped messing around with the lighter and dropped it next to her. Her gaze landed on a woman smoking some feet away. Jake sat up properly, let her intense gaze slide over the woman, and then shrugged. The stranger didn't set Jake's gaydar going, but was fairly pretty. Maybe a little younger than Jake. Jake near-instantly dismissed the woman, but the fact that the woman had a healthy tan and looked European made Jake collect her jacket up and wander over.
'Hey,' Jake adressed the stranger with a wave of her hand.

Anita

While she stood there, looking around and smoking, in the thought that she was all alone, a sudden 'Hey' made her jump up and look around. There was someone else in the park a boy or a girl. Well it was either a boyish girl or a girlish boy. Anita waved back and felt disturbed by this person.
"Hello"
She said with a little smile.

Anita leaned against a tree and didn't paid any attention anymore to the other person. Maybe that was a bit rude, bit trusting a stranger just like that wasn't in her personality. Especially not now that he or she had disturbed her little wandering mind. In the corner of her eyes she followed the movements of the person so he couldn't surprise her.

Sensing the woman's unease, Jake decided to keep her distance. 'I haven't seen you around before. Well... I haven't seen that many...' Jake tried to judge where the woman came from, couldn't figure it quite. 'Europeans. I don't see that many Europeans around here. I'm Jake, by the way.' Jake stuck out a hand for the woman to shake, and then after a moment retracted the hand.

Jake moved about an inch closer, just daring to, looking wary though- not wanting to frighten the woman.

Anita

She couldn't help herself but to laugh softly. Clearly her behaviour had a little nervous effect on this Jake. She turned her head to look at Jake and tried to figure out what he or she was made off. Well Anita was pretty sure it was a woman, she could hear it in her voice and with some movements there could be seen forms of breasts in her shirt.

"I'm Anita García, I'm Spanish."

Anita was silent for a while and looked at Jake with her green eyes. Her full lips touching the cigarette from time to time to take a soft draw of it.

"I'm new in town, just arrived. That’s why you haven’t seen me before. Things are a bit different here than back home."

That was sort of true. She didn’t really meant the weather or something, she meant that she was alone here and standing on her own two feet without anyone bothering her. Well at least not for now.

"What about you? You are from around here... I guess, no?"

'Nice to meet you, Anita.' Jake nodded and cast a look over Anita again, another one of those deep, penetrating thoughtful ones. Yes, Spanish made sense with that tan.

'Yep,' she nodded, a vauge lilt to her voice. 'Canadian, born and bred. I'm a hairdresser.' Jake didn't honestly know why she felt the need to tell Anita that. It wasn't as if Anita needed a haircut. 'So how are you liking it here so far?'

Jake took a drag on her somewhat neglected and dying cigarette, sucking the last of its energy out before throwing it to the ground and stamping it out thoroughly, then proceeding to light up another one, this time paying attention to it.

Anita

With a final draw from her own cigarette she threw it on the ground and pushed it out with a twist from her ankle. The poor cigarette crushed by her little Spanish foot.

"I don't know yet what to think of this place. I still have to find a job and a place to stay. I think I'm going to look for a little hotel just for now. Maybe within some time I can tell you what I think of Demaitre."

Jake seemed not a person to be afraid of and so Anita was getting more comfortable and more friendly.

"A hairdresser, that's nice. I'll keep that in mind if I need someone to do my hair but than I do need to know where you work."

Anita smiled and looked around for a little bench. Within a little distance her eyes saw one and with a slow pace she started walking over to the bench.

"Lets go and have a seat, that's easier to chat"

She sat down on the bench and waited for Jake to come too. Anita felt pretty comfortable around Jake and to be honest (and to be weird) she didn't liked that all.

Jake was tempted to offer Anita to be Jake's roomate in her salon-cum-flat, but didn't want to scare the woman off. Instead, she said, 'Well, if you still need a job after a while, I'm always in need of a hand at my hair salon.' Jake pulled out a business card (she always carried at least one) and handed it to Anita as they sat down on the bench. It had Jake's number on it, as well as details and the name of her hair salon- The Alternative.

Anita

I don't think I would be a good hairdresser, I have never done that before.

She laughed and took the card of Jake with a little nod. It could always be good to have someone in town to rely on when things didn't worked out the way they should.

So tell me, what are the opportunities here in this city? What can one do for fun, relaxing or something else? How lively is this city?

Anita wasn't the kind of girl who just liked sitting somewhere. But she was here for a rest,... every once and a while she needed that. So Anita leaned back against the bench and lit up another cigarette while waiting for an answer of Jake.