WHO: Peter Petrelli and Lady Heather WHERE: A bar in New York WHEN: Sunday night RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
It wasn't an unusual sight to see Heather at a bar. She glanced over the edge of her wine glass and glanced over to the people at the bar. After all, what she did best was observe...and it was blatantly obvious to her from the posture of the younger man that he was upset. She slid smoothly off her stool and walked over, her heels clicking softly on the floor, and moved to sit next to Peter.
"You look," Heather murmured, "Like you could use someone to listen." She supressed the urge to smirk. Or someone to hit, she thought, but you'll have to pay one of my girls for that.