Noah Bennet (_hrg) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2009-05-16 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan petrelli, noah bennet |
Who: Noah Bennet & Nathan Petrelli
What: Dinner
Where: Noah's apartment
When: Evening
Why: After turmoil with his wife, Noah needs someone to be there for him.
Open: No.
Rating: PG-13 +
After a virtual argument between his wife (whom he was apparently separated from) and a day of moping around the apartment, not even going out for his usual cup of coffee, Noah headed for the nearest grocery store for some things for dinner. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, grabbing some vegetables, pasta and sauce, some cheese, chicken breast and ciabatta buns before going through the check out. Back at the apartment, he loaded his laptop up and sent an email off to Nathan, sure he'd appreciate a good meal.
Nathan,
If you aren't swamped with work down at the office and can get out on time, I was wondering if you could swing by my place for a bit. This whole Sandra thing is really getting to me and I guess I need someone to talk to and you're the only one I can trust.
- Noah.
He closed the computer top and went back into the kitchen, checking the time. It was almost 5, and he knew Nathan finished work about 5:30. First heating up the oven and putting a pot of water on to boil, he set to work on a big Italian meal. He hadn't cooked in forever; Sandra had always loved to cook and he was always too busy at the Company to do so, but he knew he couldn't just forget how to do it. He made penne pasta and chicken breast with rich mushroom and white wine tomato sauce, garlic and pesto cheese bread and topped up the combination with an aged red wine. His wife would have been impressed; he hoped Nathan would think the same.
Checking his watch and then hearing a knock at the door, Noah couldn't help but smile. Nathan never let him down. Walking over to the door and answering it, he gave a small smile to the man in front of him.
"Long day?" He asked, taking his time to take in the others appearance, which appeared nothing less than flawless even if he had a rough day. "I'll admit," He began, opening the door a little more to let him in, "I really didn't need to talk about Sandra. It was all a ploy to get you over for something homemade for dinner."