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WHO: Iphigenia & Achilles
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The cafe where Iphigenia works
WHAT: Hi there, baby. Remember that time I got slaughtered?
WARNINGS: Mentions of murder/sacrifice, probably little else.

Iphigenia was a hard worker and didn't resent minimum wage employment. Someone had to do it, so why not her? Bosses always liked her. Iphigenia was prompt, she didn't complain, she didn't slack off, she never needed to be taught much. She always came to them with a mostly bare resume, but she never disappointed. (She had listed before, for her own interest, all her jobs on a resume. It had been very long. But she looked like a teenage and she didn't physically age: these things meant never staying in a job for more than a few years and never working her way up the food chain.)

She'd been in her latest job for almost a year, waitressing at this little Manhattan cafe and living in an apartment not far from it. It was a life.

Saturday afternoons were always busy, but the lunch hour had finished at least. She took orders and brought food and generally tried to make the whole process go smoothly. Iphigenia happened to glance aside while she was writing down an order for a couple and caught the eye of a blonde man sitting at one of the tables across the room. She recognised his face before she felt him.

Iphigenia had always had trouble feeling other immortals, not until they were right in front of her most times. She had thought, however, they if she should ever meet this one again that would be different. She wondered if he'd felt her, if he'd noticed her before she'd noticed him.

With her pad of paper in hand and zoning out a little from the order she was supposed to be taking, Iphigenia gave a small warm smile to Achilles.

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He drew stares often even if he'd been out of the public eye for a few years. Cameramen that could use any glimpse of a famous life that they could would often try. He still had dark shades over his eyes as he sat down in a quiet spot in the cafe. Achilles at times may prove to be quiet and reserved, but being out in the open was something he soaked up like a sponge.

He was working on his novel, jotting down notes when he saw that face from the corner of his eye. At first he thought nothing of it, her features were very similar to that of Polyxena, but it was not her. He knew Polyxena's vibe the moment she was within a few feet. She had a calming presence.

It was the warm smile that made him cast off the sunglasses for a better look. She was still just a young girl that Agamemnon and Odysseus both had used as a pawn. He gave her a soft nod in greeting.

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Iphigenia finished taking the order from the couple and then exited out to the kitchens, making sure everything was in order because arranging with someone to take her break ten minutes earlier than she was supposed to.

She walked back out in the cafe, glad to see Achilles hadn't left in the few minutes she'd been out the back, and sat down across from him. "Hello, Achilles," she said to him with a little smile. "It's been a very long time."

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It was most certainly Agamemnon's youngest. He nodded as she sat, pushing his work away so he could focus on her. The years had been kinder to her than her father.

"You look well, no less brave than I last remember." She would have made a proud wife to any meaningful warrior. "You are not a face I ever thought would reappear. I am glad however, that you have." It only meant her father would not be far behind, a man he still loathed greater than Paris himself.

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"Brave?" Iphigenia questioned, and then shook her head. "Waitressing doesn't take much bravery. Patience, plenty. But bravery, very little."

"Your own is a face I actually expected to see long before now," she said to him. "You're still well remembered. But I'm glad to be around as well. Much better than disappearing when it's possible."