Upon This Lonely Street (Open)

Readjusting his glasses, Jeremy briefly thought about approaching the subject with which he was lost in but moments before, the curiosity of a place and the history and memories of its past and present. But he decided against it, discussing such things with strangers usually brings a strange look from said person and Jeremy finds for the next few weeks at least, eye contact with that person to be nothing but awkward.

As the lady sat up and removed her sunglasses, it dawned on Jeremy that she is the first person he has spoken to since coming to Arkham. Maybe they are all like this?
Looking at the flask, he puts up his hand in polite refusal. "On any other night maybe, thank you though." He smiles.

"This town is new to me and I cannot find sleep. So I thought I would go for a walk and see this wondrous town at night."he says opening his arms in a gesture to suit."I have opened a store in town, and for the last day or so that little space has been all I have seen!"exasperation leaves his throat as he realises how true that is." I felt the need to get out and stretch my legs more than anything." It was clear to him at this point that being cooped up inside his shop has had the adverse effect of being chattier than usual.

"Contractors you say?" One of his eyebrows crests the rim of his glasses in a quizzical manner.

Catching her emerald eyes, Jeremys breath startles momentarily. Through years of experience he knew that superstition of any kind kindles from fact. And he had heard many tales of emerald eyes being of significance. The fact it was a clear night and it was just him and this lady brought forth stories from his collection to his mind.

"Oh" he says regaining himself. "Yes well I know what you mean. My shop is all odd angles and of curious craftsmanship so I can understand the need of contractors."
Delighted that she asked about the whereabouts of the shop Jeremy continues "My shop dwells upon French Street among the polish and irish families there. I sell antiquities and so forth. What do you do?" He asks raising an eyebrow over his glasses

"You know things such as old family heirlooms, pieces of old but well made furniture from the 1400's onward. Umm books from all areas of the world and some collectors pieces aswell! Tho some reside in my store in Oxfordshire." He says looking into her eyes. Always happy to talk about his work. This time however he felt an odd uneasiness. As if he was being toyed with by a cat and he was the poor unfortunate mouse. The night, he presumed, had much to make this situation feel such an atmosphere. That and he felt it was impolite to leave a conversation without the proper formalities....no matter how much he wanted to....such as this moment.

As she stands up, the feeling he had felt prior re-emerged momentarily. Standing at 5'11" himself he rarely had to look up to meet the gaze of people in particular the ladies, this occasion however was different. But this time politeness was paired with curiosity about this woman. Or rather her antiques.

Meeting her hand with a shake he introduced himself. "Jeremy Hickory, the pleasure is all mine Calista. Entertainment and Antiques you say? What kind of antiques do you sell? And entertainment. I must confess I rarely see the two in unison as a profession." He furrows his brow as he tried to think of a time when he HAD seen such a thing.

In truth he didnt know what to make of this woman. Who wore sunglasses at night and drank wine on a park bench. Jeremy always tried to not judge people without more understanding of their situation. "Not at all" he says lightly punctuating each word. "Each to their own and allthe that!"

"Old blood aye?" He says to her. " In what way old blood? As in royal?" Jeremy says in near disbelief. "An extensive Library?" Jeremy says with a keen interest. Tho even he thought it would be rude to invite himself into someones personal library despite how enticing it would be.

Jeremy nonchalantly brushes himself down when Calista made the remark about not biting. " Oh " Is about all he can manage when being told about Calistas social skills and her approach to the public eye, maybe if he knew her better he would approach the subject but for now at least his curiosity is abated.

"For a few reasons" Jeremy begins. " First and foremost I have been looking for a place to set up in the states as i have a few clients here. And Arkham was as central place as any to those clients. Secondly, and if I'm honest it was the defining reason, is that I have a friend in the psychiatric hospital here. And I feel it is my duty to look out for him." Despite it being a sensitive subject, Jeremy had realised that he would never had the courage to go by himself and at this time of night at least, he had resolved to take anyone. Tho that is most definitely the tiredness and the lateness of the night that has affected his current situation. Upon his thoughts Jeremy quickly tried to make amends. " Not that ive seen him yet. Tho I have been meaning to go."

Jeremy laughs not knowing what to make of Calistas remark regarding having some dark sheep in her family history.

However another antiques store does peak his interest, he didnt realise there was one in Arkham, tho he hadnt really done any research on the matter. "Another store owner of Antiques and so forth? Whereabouts is the store as I would enjoy visiting!"

What does interest the most however, and no matter how hard he tries to hide it, it is still clearly evident. Is the fact Calista is selling some of her books as part of her estate. "How come your selling your estate? Id be happy to take those books of your hands! Obviously paying you for them...." he pauses to watch her reaction. "I find old books, first edition and so forth, tend to be bought by people who have a love for that particular book. Not necessarily by lovers of the language that it holds within." Upon Calistas remark on the quilled/written phrase Jeremys ear prick up even more. "Oh Quilled!" He says with no ounce of hiding his interest in the matter. "Books like that tend to be very personal, with the authors personality coming through in the words themselves! "

Choosing to pass by the comment about her uncle as it would bring up more memories of his friend that hed rather not remember he attempts to reassure her that he isnt bothered by this little adventure. "Dont worry about keeping me. I had resigned myself to see more of arkham at night. If that includes meeting its residents.. "and he motions at Calista. "Then im happy for the coincidence! It has beenbeen a geniune pleasure!" He says smiling without showing his teeth.