~Avery's POV~

” Hello there. My name is Natasha. May I have a seat?”

I looked up at her in shock. She looked older than James and the others, the wrinkles clearly visible on her forehead and her cheeks.

She looked to be in her late forties, early fifties. She had raven black hair with tons of tiny curls falling right above her shoulders. Her eyes were grey-ashish. The color was hard to explain and difficult to see in the darkness.

She was quite tall, at least ...