WHO: Adam Monroe and Peter Petrelli (with Faith Lehane) WHAT: Meeting the potential world destroyer. WHEN: Afternoon WHERE: Starbucks. RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
It was all so very American. All perky and bright. Still, after however long of living and dying over and over again in that coffin, Adam wasn't about to complain.
Even with...
"Gingerbread latte sir?"
He gave the girl a faintly bemused look. What had happened to good old plain coffee? Admittedly his exposure to modern culture had been limited at best, what with coffin and the being locked up for 30 years, but what on earth was a gingerbread latte supposed to be?
Briefly he wondered if this was all some sort of elaborate trick by Peter.
"Just a coffee, please," he tried to smile at the girl, as she faltered behind her till.
"I can give you an Americano with milk?" She ventured, her eyes clearly blaming his Britishness for his lack of coffee taste.
"That will do fine." Was it his Britishness, or maybe his age that made him so behind on the trends of coffee houses. Adam really wasn't sure, still, he took some satisfaction in her slight giggle and blush in response to his smile.
Charming the ladies. It didn't matter if he was Takezo Kensei, Richard Sanders or Adam Monroe, he could always do it.
He took the coffee and found a table, no easy feat in the crowds of Christmas shoppers. For just a small moment he allowed himself to remember the last real Christmas he'd had. Trina. One of his wives he'd actually loved. He still missed her. But oh how she'd loved Christmas. She'd made even an old cynic like him appreciate the holidays.
But now was not the time for such reminiscing. Now was the time for working on his genuine face and meeting with Peter Petrelli and convincing him that he wasn't some raging lunatic. Adam really hadn't yet decided what his plan of action was going to be now in this Los Angeles, but no matter which course he chose they'd all be made easier if Peter wasn't trying to hunt him down. So braving the terror of a Starbucks near Christmas it was. He understood the logic of course, public place, less likely to cause a scene. He wouldn't even be surprised if Peter had some sort of back up with him. Adam wouldn't mind.
As long as it wasn't Nathan.
He lounged back casually in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee and waiting to see what this version of Peter Petrelli was like.