Adam & Steph
Being normal was difficult. Adam was pretty sure he had mastered the art of having an actual sleep schedule. He’d never quite forgotten about eating so that had never really been a problem. Now he just had to regain his social skills. Something easier said than done. Sure, he talked to Alec and had spent an afternoon watching movies with him but the other reminded him entirely too much of Michael. In a way that felt a lot like he wasn’t trying and only clinging to the familiar. So this whole lock and key thing was a way for him to step out of that comfort zone in the hopes of making a connection. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he was looking for but the idea of, at least, making a new friend or meeting someone else he could talk to was good enough.
Adam looked around the crowded club and let out a sigh. This whole thing would’ve been easier with a drink but, unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Sure he was, technically, ten years older than he appeared but, somehow, he doubted the bartender would believe him or buy the old ‘the angels who resurrected me from a pile ash forgot to do the same to my ID’ excuse. Maybe the person he was paired up with wouldn’t notice or care that all his drinks were non-alcoholic. Maybe they’d be stuck in the same boat.
Spotting the corresponding lock to his key, he took a moment to mentally panic before walking over to her. When he’d arrived he’d been offered a few tips for interacting with people. If he remembered correctly, he’d been advised against telling anyone he’d died… or spent time locked in a cage in Hell. He probably shouldn’t mention that, until quite recently, he’d had an archangel living inside of him or that he’d been eaten alive the first time he’d died.
This was probably a bad idea. The poor girl was either going to think he was boring or she was going to run away screaming. He should do her a favor and duck out. Save her from a terrible sort of date and save himself from embarrassment. Alec might be disappointed in him for running and not allowing anyone to know him but was that really so bad?
Before he could decide whether it was better to run or not, he found himself standing in front of young woman and offering her an awkward smile. “Hi.” He said, hoping his nerves weren’t all that noticeable. “It looks like we match. I’m Adam Milligan… and I’m sorry if I suck at this. It’s been years since I really interacted with another human.” Like ten or 1,200, he wasn’t quite sure anymore.