Adrian's: Caleb R/Dietre A
Of all the things that he was, Caleb wasn't a murderer. There'd be no attempts on Dietre's life from him, no matter who he was. Even the person he'd been inside the party hadn't been a murderer. A sinner, yes, but not a killer. For Caleb though, there had been no freedom there, only the shackles of a life he didn't want for himself, that he had escaped this time, and thus avoided heaping abuse after abuse onto his congregation.
It was something that he was trying to avoid thinking about as he drove over the address Dietre had given him. Clad in a pair of dark slacks, he'd gone with a lightweight white sweater, the sleeves of which were currently pushed up his forearms.
He parked his car in front of the address Dietre had given him, took a deep breath, and stepped out. They'd had a good time the first time they'd met, and this was just for music and movies. It'd be good.
Of all the things he expected though, it was not the dark muzzle that was pushing out of the door as soon as it opened. Laughing, surprised, he knelt down to scrub his fingers over Sieglinde's head while he got a face full of greeting licks. "Hi to you, too. No, she's great." He was still chuckling as Dietre got her collar and he started to edge in the house.