before you came into my life I missed you so bad

[isntbroken]

In what had been an altogether strange conversation, Amon had uncharacteristically mentioned having a favorite restaurant. And was very specific and exacting in making sure the Lieutenant knew the address. He's not exactly sure if it was a subtle hint not to harrass a particular business owner, or if Amon thought he was starting to look a little on

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[createdequalist]

A few tables down, a man the newcomer won't recognize is savoring a cup of tea, his hands wrapped around the cup for warmth. His clothes are unremarkable--fairly popular Republic City fashion, giving no hint to his ancestry. His darker skin and blue eyes, though, peg him as Water Tribe.

This man, a regular, tends to keep an eye on the other patrons. Not obtrusively--he stays at his corner table, hunched over his food, and watches and listens to the lay of the land.

Now, he's watching the newcomer.

[isntbroken]

You want unremarkable? Not only is this finely-mustachioed fella dressed in perfectly commonplace Republic fashion, his ancestry is so unreadable he could be hiding an arrow under this fedora with no one the wiser.

(He's not, by the way.)

Nice atmosphere, anyway. Quiet, too, at least at this time of night. Just a few other customers, no faces he can place--

Oops. He accidentally catches the eye of a handsome Water Tribe-looking guy (redundant phrasing, perhaps) a few tables away. Ma always warned him about making eye contact with strangers in certain parts of the city after certain hours... Maybe it was just a coincidence? He glances back over--

Damn, he did it again.

[createdequalist]

A mustache that majestic will never be unremarkable

The Water Tribe-looking guy is smiling. It's an odd smile to be giving somebody he's never met--surprised, almost. But he is smiling, and when their eyes meet, he's smiling at the newcomer.

He only looks away when he closes his eyes to savor a sip of tea.

[isntbroken]

That- um. Huh.

Maybe he's mistaken the Lieutenant for someone he knows? He can't be the only guy in the city with this style of mustache. Or maybe they've met before and he just doesn't remember... in which case it'd be pretty rude not to go over and say hi. That would be perfectly justified. Plus the guy has a pretty great smile - it's not often his head is turned by the male sex, but...

Right, yeah. He should go over and say hello. Totally.

The guy was looking at him, right? Not that anyone else is seated in his immediate vicinity-- okay, this is silly. The Lieutenant grabs his drink, rises, walks over there and--

Stands about three feet away from the other man's table, dithering awkwardly. "Hey. Sorry. Have we met?"

This was a stupid idea.

[createdequalist]

His smile is a little wry, now. "You remind me of someone." His voice is low and soft, not much above a whisper. "Here, sit down." He gives the chair across from him a nudge with his foot.