Petrichor - e.mikaelson

21

Rousseau's was packed when Frankie finally made it into work, the bar bustling so much so she needed to slide through the back door, unable to even near the front. All the streets along her way too were bursting so full that she'd barely been able to skate across, eventually needing to carry her board lest she hit someone.

There was a band playing, of course there was, this was New Orleans and there was a festival on today. It was nights like this that made Frankie fall in love with the city for more than just its status as her hideaway, but for its energy and its life. She could feel the energy moving with each splutter of laughter or collapse into applause as the band fell silent and the crowd took over again. The music would start up again and the room would fall silent, each member of the audience entranced by the music.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frankie apologised, rushing as she stashed her board in the back of house before wrapping an apron around her, "I took a nap and I missed my alarm, please tell me no one noticed."

Being twenty minutes late for work wasn't a common occurrence for Frankie and while she knew she wouldn't have been penalised for her absence, she did feel bad holding her friend up from her break.

She'd been struggling to sleep lately, the return of the Mikaelson's keeping her up as she ran through what she was going to say when Elijah was inevitably undaggered. Frankie had expected to run into Elijah and his siblings one day but she hadn't been prepared for how soon they'd been reunited and it was keeping her from sleeping properly as she worried. As as result, when she'd felt her lids droop a little before lunch time it wasn't hard for her to let them fall, slipping off into a nap before her shift.

"You're fine," Cami grinned at her friends flustered appearance, "I told them the ice machine was broken and you were getting us more."

"You're a saint."

"Aren't I?" Cami bowed.

"Truly a god."

"I know, I know. Stop it now or I'll get an ego like yours. So, Frankie, this is Davina," Cami was unwrapping her apron as she pointed to a girl sitting at the bar who was young with dark hair and a full face, "She's a friend of Marcels."

Frankie faltered for a moment, she caught herself before her face showed shock but she was surprised to see Cami with a friend of Marcels. The night of the charity event, Frankie had ended up calling Cami a little they left and Cami seemed certain that Marcel was bad news and that it was best she stuck away. She'd seemed to change her tune the next day, deciding to give him another chance at least but when a few days later she'd told Frankie that Marcel had asked her to spend some time with a girl he was mentoring Cami had certainly said no.

They'd even talked about it for half of their shift the day before, about how Marcel described the girl with anger issues and a knack for rebelling against authority. They'd thought that Marcel had supposed with her psych degree, that she could help but Cami had talked about how she didn't feel comfortable getting involved like that.