Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Good. She remembered him. He relaxed just slightly, hardly enough to be noticed, before glancing at the tables she gestured to. The shop seemed quiet, and there was hardly anybody in there, but he worried in any case; there was enough risk in asking for a fortune to be told by someone who lived in the building and knew so much about him already. He didn't want to risk anybody overhearing them.
"Yes. Your office would be best." Aiden glanced at one of the labels on a tea box on the nearest shelf. It was a little worn and slightly hidden, but the box itself looked fairly nice and neat. Decorative as well as useful ... and the smell still hadn't gotten to the point of bothering him, which was definitely a plus.
Tea had caffeine in it. He'd stayed up practically all night after that stupid anonymous revelations post had gone up, waiting for someone (in particular) to come knocking at his door. Or just break it down. Nothing had happened, but he was at the point where he some extra energy at night would be a definite comfort, and the less coffee he had to resort to, the better.