Who: Sophia Findley and AC Abel What: Scheduled meeting Where: Starbucks, just past the Brooklyn Bridge When: Tuesday afternoon Rating: Low
Admittedly, she had always saved the public embarrassment for when her siblings were around. For the longest time though that had been limited to her two older brothers who didn't appreciate her almost mowing down people to "volunteer" for her drink. In truth it was a group of people she likely wasn't going to be seeing all that much of in the future considering she didn't tend to head over to Brooklyn all that much. Apparently the only person who's attention she got were the people who were a little annoyed as she took her iced Americano and carried back to a table where she could half-watch the door while starting to write notes. Coffee houses were supposed to be something for divine inspiration and yet all she had found were people that liked sitting around with coffee and pretend to be intellectuals.
Then she also didn't know what to expect in terms of this possible brother of hers. He was clearly going to be younger, but should she expecting some 14 year old who found his friend with a car to bring him over here? And what exactly was it that had it that he knew Alan Dale of all people? And not just some other relation, but the kid that had died when she'd been about 10. It had sucked, but even Joshua had only known Alan by reputation.
It also had to be the oddest system of identification, but when she heard "Are they serious? Peeta Mellark?" it caught her attention to look up and see who it was that picked up the cup in question.