Whistler dropped his menu like so many flapjacks had hit the kitchen floor since the restaurant's inception. (And, apparently, the stuffing from the cushion.)
He was surprised to see the brunette and yet...he wasn't. He hated the feeling of déja vu, especially when it was his gift to do the déja viewing.
"I've got more than a minute." The Agent turned over a second cup from it's saucer. "I've got bottomless coffee."
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on 2013-12-19 02:16 am (UTC)He was surprised to see the brunette and yet...he wasn't. He hated the feeling of déja vu, especially when it was his gift to do the déja viewing.
"I've got more than a minute." The Agent turned over a second cup from it's saucer. "I've got bottomless coffee."