Who: Chris Argent and Talia Hale What: Just a meeting, nothing to see here When: Thursday morning Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Chris didn't know what to expect from the meeting, or if this was going to be a good time for it. He wasn't, however, going to argue. This was when Talia had agreed to have it and so he was damn well going to be there. He wasn't a werewolf, but when an Alpha -- particularly one who had a warranted grudge against your family -- wanted to finally have a meeting that you knew she didn't exactly really want to have and wanted it on a particular day? You agreed and you showed up.
He had, however, contributed one particular part -- the location. Starbucks was in public, it was safe, it was a place they both knew. It was a place neither of them could do anything, true, but it was also a place where they could tuck themselves away -- not in a corner, Talia would feel pinned in and that was not something she would want -- and find some bit of privacy at that part of the morning all the same.
Chris sat at a table, waiting for Talia. He'd promised to be there, and to be there first. He had a drink sitting on the table but that wasn't the point. The point was that both hands were on the table and would be when Talia walked in. Chris was armed, yes. He would be a fool not to be -- but Talia would also be able to scent his weapons, to tell that none carried the scent of blood or having recently been fired. He was armed, but it was not for her. It was how he always was in town, since his latest return.
But the important part was that his hands were on the table, both of them clear for her to see, there for her to tell that there wasn't a weapon waiting to greet her.