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Adrian Wilder | Leo Wyatt (orbme) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-12-26 12:02:00

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adrian wilder, patrick callahan

Characters. Adrian Wilder & Patrick Callahan | Leo & Piper
What. Piper and Leo meet for the first time, again. Or something >.>
When. December 26th, 2011.
Where. The streets of SanFran: a cafe near SFSU
Warnings. None

Adrian had already had a very full day this morning. Christmastime was always busy time for all commerce, which was a great thing for the bottom line but also exhausting. He had been working himself ragged for a number of reasons. Firstly, because he had to. He was now the owner, and the brunt of all responsibilities regarding the diner fell to him. But there were other reasons. These were the first Holidays ever without his dad, and Adrian's heart broke every time he thought about it. To make it all worse, his mother had decided to stay in Nevada with her sisters for Christmas, even though she knew Adrian couldn't be away from the diner around this time of year. He understood. If it was painful for him, it only had to be worse for his mother, being here in San Francisco or over at the diner without her husband. He got it, but it didn't smart any less to be missing both his mom and dad on Christmas. It had been just him and Angie this year. For all of an hour before midnight on Christmas Eve and a lazy day in bed on Christmas Day because they were both too exhausted to move. Angie was intent on making partner at her PR firm before she was thirty, which meant she too was away working her pretty little tail off while Adrian slaved at the diner. If he didn't absolutely love what he did, he might be a very unhappy young man. Thankfully he did love it.

In any case, his employees were a little concerned about him, and they had conspired with Angie to force Adrian to take a day off. He had gone in anyway, to supervise this mornings opening with the excuse of having to get some papers at the office, but then his staff pretty much glared him off the premises until he promised he'd go hang out and try to have some fun. Of course, he wouldn't leave until he made them promise to call him immediately if anything came up, no matter how small.

But, fun doing what, exactly? All Adrian knew was work, these days. What had he done for fun before he inherited the diner? Oh, right. Hang out with Angie, who took it upon herself to plan all of their outings. But Angie was working today. No rest for the wicked, right?

So, what to do with a day off? Adrian ran his errands after leaving the diner and was now sitting in a small cafe a few blocks from the university, nursing some fancy, Christmasy pumpkin spiced something or other beverage that had caught his eye. It was mid morning and he'd already done everything he could think to do. Maybe he should go to the bay or something. Or a museum. He hadn't been to one in a while. If only he could decide what the frick to do. He wasn't used to doing things alone any more, to be honest. He usually did whatever made Angie happy, didn't he? And what did that say about him? Huh. Something to think about.

Not that he was complaining. Adrian wasn't a whiner. His life was on track. Everything was in its right place. Right? Right. Then why was it that every time he actually had the time to sit down and think he couldn't help but feel like something was... missing?

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orbme
2012-01-01 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Adrian showed Patrick an amused grin in return for his smirk and cocked brow. He snorted and laughed softly at his next words. "Naw, baby. It's old school home fries all the way at Buddy's." He frowned when Patrick declined his offer, however. Adrian loved being generous, and he wasn't used to getting no for an answer. "I'm serious, man. How about a muffin, or a scone? At least let me get you a refill," he would insist before going back to the counter to place his order, and Patrick's if he'd asked for anything.

He would come back soon after and sit down, feeling good about his new acquaintance. Usually Adrian was fairly reserved with people he'd just met. Some of his old horror stories of the small town kid newly arrived in the big city had stayed with him through the years, making him a little wary of strangers. But there was something about Patrick that not only made him like the guy on sight, but it made him easy to talk to, for some reason.

He had caught Patrick reading his text messages while he was at the counter waiting for his order, so he said, "Good news?" He wasn't trying to pry, just to make conversation.

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canstoptime
2012-01-02 08:06 pm UTC (link)

"Uh," he began as he stared down at it, and shook his head. "Nah, just my brother." He finished off his coffee and leaned forward. "You're not from around here are you?" he asked, amused. "You don't have the..." What was the word he was looking for? "Vibe. You know what I mean?" He glanced at the people who kept to themselves or were busy chuckling at something on their ipod or ipad or with the person next to them. "You kind of pick up on the townies and the immigrants," he replied. "I'm from Jersey, so." He shrugged. "I've tried my best to assimilate."

Then his phone blew up. "Sorry," he said with a soft chuckle. "It's probably my brother again texting when he should be paying attention in class." When he went to dismiss the text, because he didn't want to be rude, the smile on his face slipped and he frowned. "I have to go," he said suddenly, glancing at Adrian with a small apologetic smile. "He got into a fight and I have to go pick him up." God, he really didn't need this now. "It was nice meeting you, though," he said and held out his hand.

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orbme
2012-01-02 09:55 pm UTC (link)

"Guilty as charged. I'm a Nevada native," Adrian replied with a smile. "I was gonna say, you don't sound like you're from Jersey. So you have a bro..." he started, but was interrupted by Patrick's phone. He gestured at the man not to worry, to deal with whatever it was that had his phone beeping at him. He merely grinned when the man explained. "A handful, eh? No problem. It really was nice meeting you too." He shook Patrick's hand, and for the second time he liked his handshake. Firm, but not overbearing. Not lukewarm, not weak either. It was a good handshake. He reached into his pocket and gave Patrick his card.

"Here. Please come by the diner sometime. Bring your brother. First meal's on the house" he said sincerely. He liked the fact that Patrick took care of his brother. Family was important. Adrian had always wished he had brothers and sisters, so he liked to live vicariously through those who did have them. "You take care now," he finished. After Patrick left, he would ask for a to-go lid and walk out as well, drinking his refill as he leisurely walked back towards the diner. Let them yell. He could not go a whole day without checking on things with his own eyes. Besides, showing up without notice kept employees on their toes. He had hired good people, but it never hurt to let them know he was always around.

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