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patrick callahan (canstoptime) wrote in thereincarnates,

As great a city as San Francisco was, it was a busy place and the "kindness of strangers" wasn't something that he expected. Of course, he was from Jersey, so things were a little different there. People were loud, obnoxious, and other than some of the family's being big and welcoming, they didn't have time for nonsense. So, when he saw the other man offer him a spot at his table, it took about half a second to join him. He just seemed to flash back to grade school and the way their instructors had told them to shout Stranger Danger! any time they met someone they didn't know. He was fairly certain that didn't apply to crowded cafes.

Pulling off his messenger bag, he offered the man a smile and set the bag on the table and had a seat. "Thanks," he said, "I have a deadline, and I don't think I'm going to make it into the office in time." He was so glad they didn't have to clock in and they had relative freedom. It was the beauty of the digital age -- the office could be on the go, too. He grabbed the laptop from his bag and set up his little space and once that was done, he took a deep cleansing breath.

Now that that was taken care of , he smiled at Adrian and held out his hand. "Patrick." He chuckled. "Eternally late and always on the go. Thanks for this." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I really appreciate it."