Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Daisy Johnson What: Just a first meeting -- no, Johanna, not that conversation When: Friday early evening Where: That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Hermann's life was pretty steady, pretty predictable -- even Marlene and her antics were fairly predictable, as long as he looked at it in terms of "she's going to get on my nerves but I adore her anyway". He had a very small handful of people who, while he wouldn't necessarily call them friends, he was on at least reasonably decent terms with. (And then there was Sherlock, where their friendship seemed to involve grumpy trash talking of other people. It worked for them.) He had his job. He had... well, that was about it.
But it worked well enough for him, considering the last time he'd had a truly good friend? Well, said friend was now essentially possessed by other-dimensional creatures and responsible for the near-destruction of the planet. Hermann really knew how to pick them.
He preferred not thinking about that, though, because he'd never actually cared about any of it before and didn't want to start how. So he just kept to his usual routines and enjoyed the quiet peace he'd for the most part found in town.
And it would come as absolutely no surprise to anybody who knew him that he found solace in books; he was usually in the bookstore at least once or twice a week. People weren't his thing, but knowledge was. Plus Vanessa had been a reader; the bookstore made him feel closer to her in a way.
It was one of those days where he'd been thinking entirely too much; as a result, he was in even less of a decent mood than he usually was. All the same, he managed something approaching an apologetic -- or at least non-antagonistic -- expression when he got in someone's way. Points to him for that.