09-23-2023, 08:14 PM
She was late enough that Kaelan was growing annoyed by the time she arrived. She paused at the front to scan the tables for him, and he took the opportunity to study her. Their training and lives crossed paths multiple times in the past, but it had been years since he last saw Victoria in person. She was older than he recalled, but then again he assumed he was as well.
She spotted him, gave a small wave and joined his table. “I am so sorry, Kay,” she professed as she sat. She hooked a bag over the back of the chair and laid her Wallet on the table in front of her as though intending to keep constant eye on any messages. She was military back then, but she worked at the Kremlin now. Her responsibilities must be many, he supposed. He gave only a raised brow and nodded at the behavior, but did not comment on the shortened version of his name. It always bothered him when people assumed it was fine to adjust, but he supposed if anyone had the right to intimacy, she did.
“How are you, Victoria?” He asked as he summoned a server to take their orders and move this along.
They both ordered, and Victoria asked if the kitchen expedite things. She was on a tight schedule. The server glanced briefly at her Custody uniform, gaze hovering on the patches of rank and formal expression, and nodded that he would relay the message.
Once the business of food was complete, she smiled tiredly and shook her head. “Damn, but its good to see you. I’m good. Thanks for coming. I am in a hell of a bind and can’t figure this out.”
She sighed with relief after swallowing several gulps of water, then her gaze settled on the room over his shoulder, flashing with the expression of recognizing colleagues. She gave them a nod, those she knew, and leaned to speak quietly. “I told you this is a popular place with Kremlin personnel.”
Kaelan looked over his shoulder, brows raised anew as he refreshed the view with this new perspective.
“I’ll keep that in mind and be sure not to spill any of your government secrets,” he replied dryly.
“Shit, don’t even joke like that.” She said in retort.
((OOC: Torri written with ppc permission))
She spotted him, gave a small wave and joined his table. “I am so sorry, Kay,” she professed as she sat. She hooked a bag over the back of the chair and laid her Wallet on the table in front of her as though intending to keep constant eye on any messages. She was military back then, but she worked at the Kremlin now. Her responsibilities must be many, he supposed. He gave only a raised brow and nodded at the behavior, but did not comment on the shortened version of his name. It always bothered him when people assumed it was fine to adjust, but he supposed if anyone had the right to intimacy, she did.
“How are you, Victoria?” He asked as he summoned a server to take their orders and move this along.
They both ordered, and Victoria asked if the kitchen expedite things. She was on a tight schedule. The server glanced briefly at her Custody uniform, gaze hovering on the patches of rank and formal expression, and nodded that he would relay the message.
Once the business of food was complete, she smiled tiredly and shook her head. “Damn, but its good to see you. I’m good. Thanks for coming. I am in a hell of a bind and can’t figure this out.”
She sighed with relief after swallowing several gulps of water, then her gaze settled on the room over his shoulder, flashing with the expression of recognizing colleagues. She gave them a nod, those she knew, and leaned to speak quietly. “I told you this is a popular place with Kremlin personnel.”
Kaelan looked over his shoulder, brows raised anew as he refreshed the view with this new perspective.
“I’ll keep that in mind and be sure not to spill any of your government secrets,” he replied dryly.
“Shit, don’t even joke like that.” She said in retort.
((OOC: Torri written with ppc permission))
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