Adam had decided it was time for a drink, knowing it was one of the best methods to revive his synapses, many of which he was certain had slipped into a temporary coma from lack of stimulation. No wonder. For the last week through work, he had largely been resigned to staying at his desk. It wasn't even from the lack of any incident, since he'd heard someone's kid was currently missing, an actual case at hand and one he yearned to get behind - but far from being allowed to help, he was still lumped with filing MIP forms all afternoon. With his first assessment only a matter of weeks away, he was unusually cautious of making too much of a stir, and had miraculously managed to keep his disappointment in check.
What better place than here to inject some life into the evening before returning to his empty home. That was his thought as dropped into one of the seats, and placed his hands flat on the wooden bar top, his arms locked straight as he leaned back slightly and looked toward the server. It was then he saw who was nursing a drink nearby. At the sight, he became very aware of Noelle's presence barely an arm's length to his left, in a way that was unexplainable, and one which he steadily ignored. He openly regarded her for a moment, before speaking up.
"Why am I starting to feel like I'm being shadowed," said with the underlying tone that came with hoping he wasn't about to be interrogated about work, a tone somewhere between low-lying suspicion and light exhaustion, but none of it with any real malice.