{ Location: Coffee Shop || Outfit || #112865 }
“Order for William, hot English Breakfast tea.” Nathaniel had not ever bothered to offer his true name to any of the coffee shop employers (save Elizabeth of course), to selfishly save himself from the butchering that it would no doubt entail; but it wasn’t like very many ordered Tea from a coffee shop anyway, so the order came out timely and with ‘his name’ attached instead of a number on the receipt. He rose from the table, conveniently across from Nadine who met his glance again briefly bright and warm before shifting to cunning as she got her prey for the evening out and moving out the door with the other Will, giving her a short nod on his way up to the counter. Offering the waitress a small, genuine smile of gratitude, he hummed softly, “Lovely, Thank you.” “My pleasure.” Nathaniel passed briefly besides the condiment table, as it never hurt to add a rare amount of cream and sugar into one’s tea occasionally, before settling back down at the table he’d previously occupied; drinking his tea, making himself busy idly flicking through the newspaper of the week haphazardly stacked on the table with apparent (if technically lack-luster) interest as he waited… It wasn’t long wait before her familiar scent, though a little stronger with blood taint (without death accompanying it however, having left her prey unconscious or drunk off his own empathy), wound around his senses again as her fingers slipped through his to pry away his cup of tea from his loose fingers as she smoothly sat down in front of him and took a sip. “Drive me home, will you? I came here by foot.” Nathaniel tsked lightly under-breath at her admission. It was not necessarily disapprovingly (which Nadine would easily understand) but more than enough offered for the causal eavesdropping potential provided from other guests of the coffee shop – whom clearly noted her confident departure with that handsome man (foolish and human of course, but still more of a man than the charming but definite boyishness he possessed certainly) not long before hand, before her unhurried return and sliding unto the other side of his table, drinking his tea, and making conversation as if nothing had happened previously. Putting down the newspaper section he’d been observing in disinterest, he stretched forward with the smallest of frowns barely gracing his lips as he wound his fingers between her own and rescued the tea. “Of course,” Nathaniel mused, enjoying the pause in taking a sip from his recovered cup of tea before he continued, “If you’re full of the night already that is?” It was an honest question, as he did not mind taking her home in the slightest; but even well-fed so early along in the evening, he’d known her long enough to doubt she was ready nor willing to go back right away at that moment. But, of course, it would be up to her.