...Before they knew it, they were seated at a small café nearby the docks, small cups of espresso situated in front of them...but Louise hadn't touched hers. Her hands in her lap, her fingers laced and unlaced themselves as she looked into the eyes of her former lover, eyes which were both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Casting her glance down to her lap, she finally spoke:

"I suppose I should start at the beginning. We met three years ago, London. I was working for New Scotland Yard at the time. There was a joint Portland-UK investigation into a series of deaths, seemingly caused by a certain type of wesen. It brought you to my building on a rainy day...we literally ran into one another outside HQ."