After his first day with his warden which, admittedly, wasn't as awful as he had originally thought it to be, he was glad to be able to spend some time with a woman e was starting to consider a friend. Or, at the very least, someone he could talk to.
He had been given free reign of the city, knowing the rules set before him, and so he was going to make the most of it.
He spotted Max in the coffee shop and entered, looking quite a bit more...refined. He had bought some new, respectable clothes (jeans and a shirt that was not made for war, though he still had his old coat) and had even managed to brush his hair.
"I don't think I've ever had real coffee before..." he commented to her as he stood beside her.
Max was glad to see him when he entered. She hadn't spent much time doting on herself during this trip but instead stared enamored at the state of America, which had been leveled by terrorism in her time.
"Really?" Max smiled fleetingly. "It's hard to come by where I'm from but I recommend the chai latte or the pumpkin spice latte."
"Pumpkin spice it is," he said down to her and rubbed his chin as he ordered. He held up the credit card that Elizabeth had given him. "I'll pay for yours, too. I quite like being in charge of my own finances sometimes."
Max laughed a bit offhandedly. "Alright, then I'll have the same and get me one of those... uh, pumpkin scones."
Max brushed some of her tendrils behind her ear as he ordered and then glanced around the small coffee shop. "You want me to go snag the cushy arm chairs before their taken?"
Castiel snorted. "Go on, then. Save us...one." He winked at her playfully and then turned to pay for their orders. Once he had them done, he waited rather patiently and just a little awkwardly for their drinks.
He really did not know how to behave at this place. So he was just going to have to play it very, very safe.
When the drinks came his way, he balanced them easily in his hands and turned to search for her.
Max was on the left side of the coffee shop, seated in a large velvet brown arm chair. Compared to her size, it was amusing to see here there. With her legs tucked up under her she looked almost harmless. The chair to her right was unoccupied and she had turned down a few people looking to sit there with her so that Castiel could have it.
Castiel moved over and sat down beside her, handing over her drink and scone before settling back in the overstuffed armchair. She brought out so many good feelings in him sometimes. Just like this. Companionship that he found with few others.
"How was your first day, Max?" he asked her softly, just holding onto his drink until it cooled off. His wrist, still bandaged up, was throbbing a bit, but he ignored it for the time being.
Max brought the cup of coffee to her lips, not caring about the heat. As the warmth slipped to her stomach she gave a resounding "Mmmmm," and then smiled back at Cas and his question.
"It was more like exploring, y'know?" Max gave an offhanded laugh. "It's been too long since I've been on the East Coast."
Max pulled apart a piece of her scone and held it out to him. "What about you?"
"Spent it with Elizabeth. It was not as bad as it could have been. I was pleasant enough and she gave me her card." He laughed. "She told me that I had to be responsible. And that I had to buy you something."
He took a sip and his eyes lit up a bit at the taste. "This is extraordinary!"
Max laughed at his new found enthusiasm. "Tell me about it. Where I come from this stuff is hard to come by," she responded with just a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "A lot of things are. America was reduced to a third world country."
After a moment of holding out the piece of her pastry she pulled it back and popped it into her mouth. "Buy me... something?" Her mouth was still full of food but not too muffled to make out what she was saying. After she swallowed she added, "Why?"
Castiel shrugged. "I think as a thank you for taking me off her hands." He laughed. "She doesn't seem the type to want to keep me around. I think she finds me terribly offensive."
He shrugged.
"My world is just as bad, Max. Martial law, toilet paper a commodity. The state of the world is really...in ruins."
Max chuckled a bit at the second rejection and popped it into her mouth. "He opted out of this trip," she said after a moment. "Something to do with the fact that he doesn't like the muggle world or something or other," she shrugged her shoulders.
"What exactly is a Muggle?" he laughed gently and leaned back in the chair. "Your inmate is one of the younger ones, isn't it?"
He shrugged and moved on to another topic. "You should have accompanied us yesterday, then. I had to show her most of the ways of the city while she dragged me around to see the sights." He paused. "I watched them all go up in my time..."
"It's a non-magic human," she said gently. "But yeah... he is too young. That's why I asked the Admiral for reassignment. I'm getting nowhere with him." Max frowned.
At the mentioning of his life Max gently reached forward and put a hand over his own. "Sorry to hear," she said with a sincere face.
He had been given free reign of the city, knowing the rules set before him, and so he was going to make the most of it.
He spotted Max in the coffee shop and entered, looking quite a bit more...refined. He had bought some new, respectable clothes (jeans and a shirt that was not made for war, though he still had his old coat) and had even managed to brush his hair.
"I don't think I've ever had real coffee before..." he commented to her as he stood beside her.
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"Really?" Max smiled fleetingly. "It's hard to come by where I'm from but I recommend the chai latte or the pumpkin spice latte."
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Max brushed some of her tendrils behind her ear as he ordered and then glanced around the small coffee shop. "You want me to go snag the cushy arm chairs before their taken?"
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He really did not know how to behave at this place. So he was just going to have to play it very, very safe.
When the drinks came his way, he balanced them easily in his hands and turned to search for her.
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"How was your first day, Max?" he asked her softly, just holding onto his drink until it cooled off. His wrist, still bandaged up, was throbbing a bit, but he ignored it for the time being.
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"It was more like exploring, y'know?" Max gave an offhanded laugh. "It's been too long since I've been on the East Coast."
Max pulled apart a piece of her scone and held it out to him. "What about you?"
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He took a sip and his eyes lit up a bit at the taste. "This is extraordinary!"
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After a moment of holding out the piece of her pastry she pulled it back and popped it into her mouth. "Buy me... something?" Her mouth was still full of food but not too muffled to make out what she was saying. After she swallowed she added, "Why?"
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He shrugged.
"My world is just as bad, Max. Martial law, toilet paper a commodity. The state of the world is really...in ruins."
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"It's about the same where I'm from, shit's just chaotic everywhere... there's no time to rest and there's always a battle to be fought."
Max nodded her head as if some how it affirmed this and move to hand Cas a piece of the scone again. "It's good, you should try it."
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But this pumpkin spice was amazing. He took another long drink and winced as the heat hit the back of his throat.
"Now, we shouldn't be talking about battles to be fought or wars that need to be won. Where is your inmate?"
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He shrugged and moved on to another topic. "You should have accompanied us yesterday, then. I had to show her most of the ways of the city while she dragged me around to see the sights." He paused. "I watched them all go up in my time..."
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At the mentioning of his life Max gently reached forward and put a hand over his own. "Sorry to hear," she said with a sincere face.
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