loveschildren | (no subject)

Methodical stalking is still stalking.

[sighs and opens his car door.]

Lets.

[He waits for Crowley to get out first before exiting himself.]

Should I have sent an invitation instead?

I would have taken it.

[he shrugs, leading Felid into the cafe.]

But I missed your face.

[He's shameless, following Crowley closely, perfectly happy to stand near him.]

Usually people resolve that by meeting up in normal ways, not showing up in a guy's car.

[The elderly woman behind the counter double takes at Crowley, then breaks out into a smile.]

"Eusford! You're back!"

[He doesn't interrupt the woman to reply, instead giving her a friendly wave as she greets Crowley, all interest.]

"And you've brought a friend! How unusual!"

[Crowley makes a bit of a face at that, and the woman laughs.]

"You can't say it isn't true, dear. Your usual booth is open, so don't you worry."

Thanks, Mary. It's nice to see you again too.

[gonna lead Felid to the corner by the front windows.]

Oh come now, you don't bring people to this lovely place?

[He sits across from Crowley, amused and watching him with open curiosity.]

I don't take people places. It's nothing against this one.

Now why not? You must be popular. A handsome veteran with your build? I'm surprised you aren't fighting people off with a stick.

I live a pretty private life. At least, until I gained a stalker.

We could go back to meeting only professionally if you insist.

I'll pass, thanks.

Stalking it is, then.

[He leans on his elbows, towards Crowley.]

What do you usually get when you're here all alone?

[has a distinct feeling he's holding his ground.]

They make pretty good chicken alfredo. The sandwiches are delicious, too.

Crowley~ This is taking me out to eat, not just coffee.

[Just pointing that out there.]

Nonsense. I'm only paying for coffee.

Then I'll pay for dinner--it is dinner for you right? Then end of your shift. Well, we're both night owls.

Who was it who decided to show up in my car after work? Yeah, it's dinner.

My treat.

[He leans back in his seat.]

Are we going to play twenty questions with your life or would you like to offer anything to converse about?

You really have a way of cornering a guy, don't you...

Do you have a preferred genre of book?

Old and expensive.

[He laughs and leans forward.]

No, I'll give you the real answer. I like occult, I like history, I am very fond of trashy romance novels and those thin little sci-fi snacks they sell at the airport.

What about you?

Crap, we're giving the real answers? I was going to say something cool, but I really like fantasy and nature guides.

[HE WANTS TO TOUCH THAT CUTE FACE. He barely resists.]

Wonderful. Do you hike?

I used to. I haven't gotten back into it since I got back, though. Lost track of my old groups, for bigger hikes.