log: adrian and ren
"I'd like I to think I was," Ren agreed. But he wasn't certain he could really say with one hundred percent certainty that he was. If he had been, wouldn't he have managed some larger parts outside of the school? It would have been nice to have had something. Then again, he hadn't exactly given up on it had he? Even if he was sitting in Repose. "I suppose that's something anyway," he smirked. "I do know my coffee, and my books, and how to get people to buy them - so there's a Tony winning performance that."
"I've got a few other historical mysteries that might be nice if you want them. I'll print out the names for you," Ren suggested. He needed to turn back to finishing up the cleaning, although really there was only the remainder of the parts in the sudsy water that needed to be dealt with, but for a moment, he kept his gaze on Adrian.
He had to say this about Repose. You might not be able to say much else about it, but certainly there were a number of interesting people in it. And Adrian, although Ren hadn't met him before, did seem to fill in that category. Somehow a single friend seemed more interesting than a multitude, or none at all.