Who; Hope Mikaelson and Merlin What: Meeting at Hinkles Where: Hinkles When: Saturday afternoon
Though she was wary, Hope agreed to meet Merlin at Hinkles. Using Google on her phone, it did not take Hope long to locate the fast food restaurant. It helped that the town was small too. Hope paused outside, studying the building curiously for a moment. It reminded her of the Mystic Grill in a way, but obviously it did not serve alcohol or probably have a pool table. From the number of people entering and leaving the building, it was popular. The smell of burgers and grease filled her nose and reminded Hope of just how hungry she was. The food at the shelter was not bad and she couldn't complain about having a place to stay, but it was not a permanent solution. She was here in hopes of finding that permanent solution. Maybe.
Taking a deep breath and making sure her mind was clearly, stable, Hope pulled open the door and stepped into the restaurant. The smell of food was overwhelming now and despite her original intent to not eat, Hope moved to the counter. Before she could open her mouth, the clerk behind the counter asked if she was Hope. Surprised, Hope hesitated before nodding slowly. The clerk smiled, telling her that Merlin had already set up a tab and that Hope could order whatever she wanted. Stubbed, Hope again paused. He didn't know her and yet he was going to pay for her meal? It was kind of him and obviously, the suspicious side of Hope told her it could be a trick or worse. However, she tried to quell that thought and put in an order for a chicken sandwich and fries.
Filling up her cup with soda, Hope waiting patiently off to the side as they put her meal together. Taking a sip, she took up her tray and found an empty table off to the side. Unwrapping her sandwich, Hope took a bite, chewing slowly. It tasted delightful. She waited, eyeing the door for any sign of Merlin.