ext_201936 ([identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-09-14 01:11 am (UTC)

"It's okay. I know what you mean." I don't know how much she'd know about something like this, but it has to be more than me.

He glanced up as the waitress came by with their drinks and salads, giving a low 'thank you' and smile before turning back to the conversation.

"I can't think of anything that would have set it off." He looked down to the straw the waitress had left, peeling the paper off slowly. "For what it's worth, I spent the ride over talking with someone who apparently knows me in the future. I couldn't figure out much about him -- his name is Kristoph Gavin, he said he's known me for seven years, and he's probably a lawyer. He recognized me right away, too, so we must've known each other pretty well. It was hard to get a bead on anything else about him, though -- he didn't seem especially happy or unhappy about seeing me." He plunked the straw in his water glass, crumpling the paper into a ball between his fingers. "I wouldn't say I was scared or anything, though."

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