Bran stared out the window as if lost in thought, entertaining himself by listening to the conversations around him while he waited. His hearing had always been exceptionally good, and it was easy to filter the individual voices so they didn't overlap, but instead remained separate and fluid. The two women behind him were discussing the latest exploits of someone called Lizzie, while the man and woman to his left were engaged in a whispered argument about their apartment and personal space. It was mundane talk, but strangely he didn't mind a bit of the ordinary every now and then.
Every time someone entered, he followed the crowd - because sheep blended in far better than wolves - and let his gaze slide to the door before returning to the sidewalk outside. When the dark-haired woman in the gray tee shirt walked in, he studied her as everyone else did and raised an eyebrow at her hair before sighing. Even though he knew not all people resembled their fables, Lotte seemed rather similar to Christine, so he was half expecting someone who resembled Christine - and this woman couldn't have been farther from Meg Giry if she tried.
He was just beginning to consider leaving when he heard his apartment number being called, and as he turned in his chair he saw that the speaker was none other than Jersey Girl. So this was Lotte's friend, James? Now he was curious, and his smile was cool and wry as he as he half-raised his hand like a child in a classroom. "I believe that would be me, five-oh-one."