| Diverging Paths |
[28 Mar 2008|08:43pm] |
Connor was standing in the phone booth about three blocks from where Rhiannon lived, counting his nickels and watching the time tick by on the clock he could see through the glassed-in door. He had intended to just drop in on the Slayer, but it had occurred to him that he didn't know what condition she might be in after her tangle with Atia. A nuisance was the last thing he wanted to be if she didn't desire company. The coins rattled into the slot as it continued to get dark outside, and he listened to the beeps as he punched in her number.
One ring, two rings, three rings.....
Maybe she was out somewhere. Maybe she was asleep. Maybe he was paranoid, even though he felt mostly okay today. His skull was a place no one else wanted to visit.
"Hello?" The noises behind her voice were those of cars passing, or maybe the wind. Rhiannon plugged her ear and turned away from the street. "Connor?" Or so the caller ID had indicated. She was standing outside a coffee shop. There was a styrofoam cup of coffee beneath her arm. The weather wasn't cold enough to justify a hot drink, but she needed the caffeine to combat the raging headache she had from the night before. It would probably be a long time before she touched another bottle of Grey Goose.
"Yeah, it's me." He could hear the traffic in the background, and he raised his voice accordingly to make himself heard. "You're not at home. Uh...sorry I didn't email you. I don't check my account that often. Glad to hear you took care of that stuff. Are you busy? Can I meet you somewhere?"
( Walking )
[Thread: Open to Connor}
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