Morningstar Manor

In the Mocha this reasonably bright Saturday morning were various people doing various things.

Leo was drinking tea and reading the local paper and talking the news over with Fidel, with whom he has discovered he had mutual aquaintances.

Andy and Charlie were playing with her laptop and squabbling over the answers to a "Which Star Wars Character Are YOu?" quiz.

Nick was enjoying a mid morning break - he was on call AGAIN - and doing a cross word while trying to ignore the warm pressure of a furry tabby side against his calf as Palug wound round and round, purring, trying to guilt him into buying a tuna sandwich.

All and any were perfectly prepared to welcome anyone to their table - especially of they had tuna.

After the last two days, Icene had come home early on the Friday, unplugged the phone and turned off her mobile, and her pager, then locked the door and gone straight to bed. Waking up after twelve hours plus of sleep she felt groggy and with a headache, but a shower and a snack soon cured that. Now, in the early evening, with most of her chores done, she ordered in a feast of chinese food. She'd collected her dress and shoes from the car, realised she hadn't seen Adam since the ball, and figured that a take out might go some way to absolving her from running out on him.

She headed up to his apartment with the food, and knocked a little tentatively on his door, now was not the time to be letting herself in.

Adam was in his living room in a pair of sweats and a beater, ironing his BTU's. He looked up when the knock came, lifting the iron away from the fabric. "Yeah? Who is it?"

Icene chuckled softly, one hand scrabbling in the pocket of her jeans for the key, "Dinner delivery, can I come in?"

( In which boot polishing, dinner, and conversation all happen.... )

Travis was sitting in the Mocha, people watching mostly, while texting on his phone. He hadn't yet gotten enough nerve to ask the girl to Andover's prom yet, but he was fairly certain she'd say yes. At least he was hoping she would because if she didn't he wouldn't be going. Not that it would bother him to not go, but it would be something nice to do.

He plunked away at the keys on his keyboard, grateful that he didn't have to repeatedly press the number until he got the letter he wanted, and didn't entirely pay attention to the people around that he'd claimed to be watching.