Dreamscapes (Attn: Ariadne)
Arthur often went to the Starbucks near his house, but rarely did he do so for any other reason than to buy a cup of coffee to take back to his apartment. He didn't work well in a crowded coffee shop; his mind seemed to function better in the quiet of his own home. Today, however, he'd come here to meet Ariadne, and had, as was usual for him, arrived early. Dressed in khaki trousers and a khaki jacket, with a burgundy shirt and striped tie, he was far overdressed for Starbucks, but very comfortable in his clothing.
He sat at a table towards the back, pulling out his small black moleskine notebook and a pen, and began to write notes on the Fischer case - things they'd learned, ideas for later, recording mistakes he had made that would have to be fixed the next time through - his normal personal post-briefing. The small notebook held such details of many of the past jobs he had done, written in his small, but elegant handwriting.
He was concentrating very closely on the notebook, and did not see Ariadne arrive, rather, he simply continued to scribble his notes, happily off in his own little world.
He sat at a table towards the back, pulling out his small black moleskine notebook and a pen, and began to write notes on the Fischer case - things they'd learned, ideas for later, recording mistakes he had made that would have to be fixed the next time through - his normal personal post-briefing. The small notebook held such details of many of the past jobs he had done, written in his small, but elegant handwriting.
He was concentrating very closely on the notebook, and did not see Ariadne arrive, rather, he simply continued to scribble his notes, happily off in his own little world.