RP: Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife Date: June 11, 2001 Characters: Teagan and Sam Location: cafe, muggle London Public/Private: Private Summary: Teagan and Sam run into each other without PAM looming nearby for a late night bite to eat. Status: complete
Teagan shifted her bag to her other shoulder before she reached out and opened the door to cafe. Walking inside, she let the door swing shut behind her as she headed straight for the counter. The cafe had a few more people in it grabbing a late dinner than she thought it would, but it was okay. She slid into a stool at the counter, dropping her bag on the empty stool beside her. The person behind the counter came up to her, asking her what she wanted. She ordered a drink and then asked for a minute to look over the menu. The person nodded and turned away to get the drink she'd ordered.
Grabbing the menu that was wedged between two napkin dispensers, she scanned the double sided page for something that looked interesting. It was late, but she was hungry from not having eaten since lunch. Anything would probably do for her right now. With a sigh, she put the menu back just as the person came back with her diet soda. "Thank you," she said with a smile.
The person just nodded. "What can I get you?"
"Oh. A turkey sandwich on wheat, hold the mayo, with a small garden salad on the side with ranch dressing?" she ordered. The person nodded and just turned away after scribbling on her little pad. Teagan sighed, folding her arms in front of her on the counter, and then placing her head on her arms. She was tired and worried. The full moon had passed without a word from John and she didn't want to go look for him, like some strange clingy, stalker. It was probably just as well. He was probably off having too many walks and too much sex. He was probably alright. He had to be alright. She closed her eyes, sighing softly again.