Capitol Park.
A single lamp illuminated the park bench where Lina Moretti sat, wearing a simple pair of blue jeans, nice runners and a black tank top under a leather jacket. She had a big knife sheathed plainly on her belt, open carried; such was the law in California, and the fact that she had a big ol' Bowie strapped to her hip would do wonders to discourage the kinds of hooligans that frequented parks late at night to fuck around with their party.
She had let Aaron drive. The Mommymobile was actually pretty comfortable, as things went, and she had wanted to think and remember her first lessons - for that was what this was about. Meeting, determining suitability, determining fit. Aaron had said good things. Now it was time to see for herself.
"We're early," she muttered to the Ventrue, glancing over at him. "You all set?"
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