| Go to Girl |
[28 Dec 2007|11:16am] |
Oliver ended up making more than one phone call after he stomped out of the Wolfram and Hart building. He realized in fairly short order that his initial plan was foolish, that he was barking up the wrong tree, and so he altered his plans accordingly. He knew that whatever he tried to tell Mallory, she'd never believe. But he knew who would take his word for it, if only on the surface. That was all he needed.
He was sitting in a coffee shop a couple of blocks away from the hotel, looking down at an open sketch pad as he finished up what he'd been working on. What better way to express what he'd seen - done - than to capture it on paper? He hadn't drawn anything in over two years, had let the habit go by the wayside. Maybe it was time to change that.
A cup of black coffee was cooling near the edge of the table, and he picked it up absently to take a sip. He would complete this one, then go on to another. Even if no one ever saw them, he knew what they were and what they meant. The lines of Hannah's pixie face had taken form on the formerly blank sheet of paper, and he smiled very slightly before his expression became characteristically solemn again. He had precious few things he cared very much about, but this was one of them. He wanted to remember why.
Julie entered the coffee shop and spotted Oliver sketching away in the corner of the establishment. Whatever it was that he was working on, he was paying complete attention to that rather than the outside world.
The werewolf shook her head slightly at the sight of the spellcaster seeming to be so distracted and moved to get in line for a coffee of her own before finding out what was so important that he called her. In the two years she'd known him, Oliver had never initiated contact. It had always been the other way around, and while she wouldn't call the man a friend he had never steered her wrong and always treated her with respect.
There was the one kiss they'd shared in the hallway of his hotel, but Julie never had been able to figure out what had caused that. He'd never shown any interest in her romantically, and truth be told he brought back too many memories of Judah for her to be interested in him in that way.
The short line moved and eventually she got her grande mocha before coming to sit down in the seat opposite Oliver. "Hello Oliver," she greeted the spellcaster politely, gracing him with a small smile. She glanced down at the sketchpad, but the cover had been closed and denied her a view of whatever it had been that he'd sketched.
"You're looking well."
( Message for Mallory )
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