So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like

the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head,

they keep fallin'…

Sophie giggled at the irony of the song as it played throughout the loudspeakers in the store, her eyes drifting out the window for likely the umpteenth time since her shift had started; rain pattered against the large framed glass, making its own unique little pattern-one that Sophie found to be very relaxing to listen too.

Her blue eyes wandered, however, past the little drops that stained the glass, trying to find any inclination of life heading into the store; she was rather tired of being alone in there with the single old lady, who sat in a wheelchair, staring at the canned ham. She yearned for someone-anyone- to walk in and cure the incessant boredom that continued to file through her mind.

It was unusual for the place to be so empty, especially on a Saturday, and soon she found her mind drifting to the many possibilities of what may have happened to the populace of small Mystic Falls, though she knew nothing that went to were head was even remotely realistic and that it was probably just the rain keeping everyone in.

Ding!

The little noise got her attention; she instantly perked up, eyes traveling to the door, and her heart skipped a beat.

In the doorway, shaking out and then closing a sleek, black umbrella, was probably the most handsome man she had ever seen; dark hair was pushed back and partially held by gel, though the precipitation caused pieces to astray, falling into his face and covering parts of his deep, chocolaty brown eyes that, as though feeling her eyes, snapped over to her, instantly meeting with them and causing Sophie to fall completely still.

For a long moment, his eyes held her, and she felt her heart skip yet another beat at the confident, yet somehow unsure aura that flooded throughout the depths of his deep orbs.

Finn quickly looked away from the girl, trying not to let her blue eyes haunt him as he looked around the store; he tried to understand what he was supposed to do. Before he could even make a move to try, however, he felt a presence beside him.

"You look a little lost…" a beautiful voice said and he looked to see the girl from earlier standing beside him. "Do you need help finding something?"

He looked her up and down, almost shocked; she was probably a foot and a half shorter than him, looking up at him with those blue eyes and blonde curls fell in an inane pattern around her head, though somehow it made her look wonderful.

He looked away at the thought, brown eyes scanning the small area, passing over man things, before he sighed, "I would like to know where I could find different assortments of…" He pulled the slip of paper from his pocket and looked it over, as though trying to understand.

He heard the small girl giggle and suddenly the paper was plucked from his hands.

"Ooh boy, you throwing a party?"

She'd asked this as she grabbed his hand, pulling him in a random direction to find all of the contents on his list.

"A ball, ye-"

"Oh, you're one of them." She cut him off, looking up and seemingly scrutinizing him with those eyes. He raised his brow, about to ask and she giggled. "Not in a bad way. I just mean, I guess I should have expected that you were one of the Mikaelson's, I would have remembered seeing you around before, if that hadn't been the case. And I mean, it makes sense, all of the Mikaelsons that I've seen thus far have been… attractive. I mean, I haven't seen all of them, of course, but there must be some sort of handso- I'm gonna shut up now…"

Finn found himself smirking, as he looked down at her. Her face was a flushed red as she began to walk about, guiding him towards the random items on his list. And he found himself watching her, his eyes following every move the small creature make, from her feet taking small strides to how she wrung her hands in front of her when she wasn't grabbing something for him, and even how her hair seemed to flow behind her as they continued along, curls bouncing, uncontrollably beautiful.

Sophie could feel his eyes, and her nerves stood on end as she continued along, helping him and pointing him in the direction of everything he needed, even grabbing some things and putting them in the cart for him. It was unnecessary, her actually walking about and helping him find every last thing, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.

She wanted to stay around him.

"So you guys are doing this big formal thing, can I ask why?" she asked when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything, still moving along and gathering the things he needed, peeking up at him with genuine curiosity, and a small smile formed across his face.

"You can ask, but I don't particularly have to answer," his voice sent shivers down his spine and she smiled softly at his answer, attempting not to roll her eyes but fully intent on accepting that, just continuing on. It only took him a few moments before he began to speak again. "My mother wants to get better acquainted with the inhabitants of your small town. I don't particularly see the point in throwing a ball to do such, but she insisted this was the best idea, as she believes that we intend to stay for a while."

"That's… nice," she smiled as she collected the last thing on the list, shrugging and turning to him. "We have a lot of things like it around here, though, most things I find really stupid, like Ms. Mystic Falls and what-not, but we've never had anything actually meant to be truly formal, where everyone got to dress like a princess. I think it'll be fun to have something like that, and it was very sweet of your mom to invite a whole town of complete strangers into your home. Might have to be a little wary of the council, though…"

She led him back to the counter, and to say that he was confused by this would put it lightly, as he followed behind. Of course he'd heard of the council, but how a young girl like her that seemed as though she had no care in the world knew about it, he wanted to know.

"The council?" was how it came out, however, as though he hadn't heard of it before, hoping maybe she'd explain more than he actually knew. Her eyes traveled up to his as she rang up all of the stuff, and she was mesmerized for a few moments by the beautiful chocolate orbs that held secretive confusion. And she smiled softly at it, casting her eyes down once more.

"You don't have to worry about them much, they're not as dangerous as they try to make themselves seem," she giggled at that comment as she placed the last item in a bag and her eyes looked up at him. "They're actually very nice people most of the time, just as long as you don't do anything to get yourself in trouble."

He could hear the double meaning, and he wondered if he was reading too much into it, seeing a mischief in her eyes that wasn't truly there, and he missed the next thing that came from her mouth.

"What was that?"

"Do you need help carrying these to your car, or…?"

"I walked."

The way he said it made it sound as though it were the most simple thing in the world, and should have been obvious even to her, though she'd only seen him walk through the door, not how he gotten there in the first place, and her smile softened as she glanced at the clock.

"Well I highly doubt that, while also using your umbrella, you could carry all of these bags by yourself, nothing could all by their lonesome, so," she looked back at him, "either I can let you use the phone and call someone, or you could wait a few minutes until I get off and I'll help you carry them home?"

And something, he couldn't fathom what, had him saying, "I think I'll wait."