Who: Adam and Lucas What: Meeting, revealing identities Where: Verisimilitude When: Monday evening, 7 PM Warnings: Creepers creepily plotting creepy plots, most likely
Phoning ahead, Adam reserved a private room at Verisimilitude for himself and Mr. Prince. He was running a bit behind schedule when he placed the call, and the Seattle traffic put him even further behind. He called a local Chinese place, ordered sesame beef, and directed the delivery to Verisimilitude where it could be held for him. Hanging up his phone and tossing it into the passenger seat, he shifted from second to third, swerved into the breakdown lane, and floored it, shifting through to fifth gear with an annoyed look on his face. He hated traffic. Adam Morgenstern didn't practice patience. Ever.
He blew by the vast majority of traffic before taking a left-handed exit off the highway. He arrived at Verisimilitude five minutes early, which wasn't nearly early enough for his usual liking, but it would have to do. Passing the reception area, he picked up his Chinese and took it to the room on the second floor he has reserved with instructions that Mr. Prince should be forwarded onto the same room.
When he reached the second floor room, he flopped bonelessly into a chair and began eating the beef straight from the carton with little care for table manners. If Mr. Prince walked in and saw him devouring the meal, so be it. He was hungry. He kept putting off meals. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an actual lunch. Not for at least a week. And he did so like eating lunch in the building commons. It afforded him the chance to flirt with that adorable waitress who had a boyfriend. It didn't matter. With a heavy sigh, he finished the rest of his beef, set it on the table, and leaned into his chair with his eyes closed, waiting.