WHO: Clarke Griffin and Adamus Sutekh WHAT: Random meeting over burgers WHEN: Thursday lunchtime WHERE: Hinkles WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Adamus was settling into Madison Valley better than he'd expected to. He'd found a job, was comfortable enough in his apartment, and was managing, for the most part, to stay under the radar. He couldn't exactly say that he was happy, but since he'd never really known happy, he was okay with that. The one experience he'd had with the emotion had been vicarious and through One's memories. It had made him want that, but in the sort of way one wished for something that they knew they could never really have.
But he was, at least, content. He felt a little guilty that he was free, and not in the Alaskan camp with the rest of his people, doing what he could to help them. But there was nothing he could do about that and it didn't make sense to beat himself up over something that he couldn't control. If he were back home, he would be there. And that was all he could do.
Working IT, he had a rather flexible schedule, especially as he had his phone and tablet with him, so he was able to take as long as he wanted for lunch. Today he'd gone to Hinkles, because he liked the low-key environment and the food wasn't bad. He wasn't picky about what he ate; cuisine wasn't something that the Mogadorians valued, and he still hadn't really gotten used to the spices that humans used (or overused, in his opinion). The burgers were mild enough that they didn't bother him, and he'd grown quite fond of milkshakes.
It was just a little after noon, and so it was very crowded in the restaurant. He looked around, and noticed Clarke sitting by herself. He offered her a small smile as he closed the distance, hesitating before her table.