Who: Lindsey McDonald and Bela Talbot What: Lindsey's looking to do some hiring or contracting When: A short while after dropping Bela an address on her graffiti post Where: Moe's Diner Rating: TBD, but about PGish, unless one of them gets cuss happy
Lindsey's "cafe" turned out to be a little diner settled on one of the corners of a smaller intersection in Los Angeles. After the incident with the department's stolen coffee machine had forced him to look elsewhere for the highly caffinated substance that kept him up for days at a time without slowing down, he'd searched for and eventually found somewhere that still grasped the concept of excellent normal coffee. The food had turned out to be not half bad either, becoming one of his new favorite places to eat when he needed time out of the office.
Bela's description of her occupation had caught his attention. After Angel and company's strike against the Senior Partners had ended with the building torn down and built back up, Lindsey had been charged with building up staff and contacts again, much to his dismay at the added paperwork and administrative duties. Among the jobs needing to be filled, and still open at the moment, was a need for someone who could find and retrieve objects of a unique, and usually mystical, manner. Her talents were exactly what he needed to fill that spot.
So Lindsey sat at the counter, a mug half filled with coffee sitting at his elbow as he studied the laminated menu resting in front of him, more out of the interest of something to do while he waited to see if she showed up than actual hunger. If he felt inclined to do so afterwards, maybe. He heard the bell above the door jangle and glanced up to see an elderly couple shuffle in and find their seats. Losing interest quickly, he pushed aside the menu and picked up the well worn copy of the Los Angeles Times, searching for the business section.