That sounds great, I'll meet you there in an hour.
Gregorio D'Ambrosio checked the light outside and left his hotel soon after. The vampire was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a lightweight red knit sweater over a shirt and tie, with his long hair pulled back in a ponytail and his goatee as neatly trimmed as ever. It was an outfit he would wear around the hospital, but also one that didn't stand out too much from any of the other businessmen staying in that particular hotel. It wasn't far to the bookstore, even walking as he was, and he arrived there in plenty of time to look around.
He smiled when he noticed what the store's mission was. Well, well. It fit with what he knew of the young doctor, Anika Nuttal. Choosing a place whose profits went to a good cause, a cause which desperately needed the help. Walking past rows of books, he took a deep breath and sighed. He loved the smell of old books and brewing coffee, even if he couldn't have any of the latter. Bookstores, particularly old ones, were a guilty pleasure of his, a place to lose hours of his time wandering through, looking for hidden treasures. He chose a Sherlock Holmes novel and sat down in a corner of the cafe to read until Anika got there. Beside him sat two coffees, a largeish cookie that Gregorio really hadn't wanted, and a child's drawings. Featured prominently on one was a doctor who looked a bit like Anika.
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Date: 2018-12-14 05:15 pm (UTC)That sounds great, I'll meet you there in an hour.Gregorio D'Ambrosio checked the light outside and left his hotel soon after. The vampire was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a lightweight red knit sweater over a shirt and tie, with his long hair pulled back in a ponytail and his goatee as neatly trimmed as ever. It was an outfit he would wear around the hospital, but also one that didn't stand out too much from any of the other businessmen staying in that particular hotel. It wasn't far to the bookstore, even walking as he was, and he arrived there in plenty of time to look around.
He smiled when he noticed what the store's mission was. Well, well. It fit with what he knew of the young doctor, Anika Nuttal. Choosing a place whose profits went to a good cause, a cause which desperately needed the help. Walking past rows of books, he took a deep breath and sighed. He loved the smell of old books and brewing coffee, even if he couldn't have any of the latter. Bookstores, particularly old ones, were a guilty pleasure of his, a place to lose hours of his time wandering through, looking for hidden treasures. He chose a Sherlock Holmes novel and sat down in a corner of the cafe to read until Anika got there. Beside him sat two coffees, a largeish cookie that Gregorio really hadn't wanted, and a child's drawings. Featured prominently on one was a doctor who looked a bit like Anika.