Who: Lotte and Diego What: Ice cream! Also goodbyes. Where: The lobby, then an ice cream shop. When: 4:00 today Warnings: Sadness.
He stood in the lobby, fiddling with his watch. Diego didn't like to wait, and he found that he was growing more impatient the longer he stayed awake today. This morning had been phone calls and chaos, and this afternoon had been spent on hold and angry. Finally, he had his ticket, but he still wasn't satisfied. No, things were still wrong, and he wasn't sure why. He anticipated his flight to Peru. He had been here at Bellum Letale for five weeks already, and he was growing tired of it. The air was thick and strangled here, and though some of the people were nice, he had felt much more comfortable around drug smugglers than he did these strange creatures.
And yet, as he waited for Lotte to arrive, he felt a strange air of remorse. He was leaving, after all. Most departures were happy, times to rejoice for a friendship and then promise to continue it. But he wasn't sure how happy this one was going to be. After all, he was fairly concerned for Lotte's sake. He almost wanted to know where her father was during all of this, but he wasn't sure if it was his place to ask.
It didn't matter.
Fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve, he glanced to the stairs as he heard somebody approach and put on a smile. No need to be a downer now.