"Come on then," Amy said, beckoning her to follow. "No matter how unprofessional I may seem, I don't conduct interviews while washing dishes," she chuckled. She filled two mugs with coffee and took them to her favorite table in the shop, nodding to a chair for Artemis to sit. She flipped the sign to closed, making a mental note to switch it back after, then took a seat.
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(Okay, thanks for the heads upArtemis followed, allowing herself to relax as she sat across from Amy. She smiled, still nervous, before taking a sip of the coffee. "What is it that you want to know?" She afterwards asked.
(I have to go, I'll be back in a couple hours)
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(Okay, thanks for the heads up
"Full name first, please," Amy requested, "but not your real one. I need a substitute because I certainly can't call you by your real name in case a guard were to happen to come in, you know." She pulled her mug towards herself and wrapped her hands around it, enjoying the warmth it spread through her.
"Good. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Layla," Amy said with a playful smile. "Now, what was your previous occupation?" She asked, posing her hands as if she were writing on a notepad.
Amy chuckled at her serious yet humorous reply. "Good enough for me. Have you ever been imprisoned? If so, how long and for what?" She obviously didn't word a typical interview like this as this was a special case. Besides, it wasn't a real interview, simply a way to have Artemis explain herself with ease.
"I was simple referring to where you just came from," Amy said gently. "How long were you there, and how did they find you?" She hoped Artemis didn't think this was an actual interview. Amy intended to have her help no matter her replies.
