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11 AM Breaktime: The food court

Jul 03, 2011 17:48

11AM at the CIA usually meant the Food Court was a center of activity. Agents with early lunches, Directors in desperate need of a caffeine fix before their next meeting, and other Agency Personnel could usually be found downstairs waiting in line at one of the many fast food outlets available. The longest line was at the Starbucks, the second at ( Read more... )

time: 11 am, with: clayton webb, setting: the food court, with: michael westen

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dreamofthelight July 3 2011, 23:30:35 UTC

Michael after four years of being burned was still getting used to being back in. He knew some people still looked at him and thought he was somehow a bad guy. There were some who knew otherwise. Walking into the food court was a bit surreal as he glanced around and went and bought himself a simple yogurt. He found a seat and relaxed.

fakes_death July 4 2011, 00:51:31 UTC

Clay spent an inordinate amount of time in the Starbucks line trying to get a satisfactory cup of coffee. Once he was done, most of the tables were taken, including someone eating a yogurt at his favorite one.

He briefly weighed the option of going back upstairs, but the idea of sitting behind his desk filling out more forms was painful so he decided to suck it up and try to sit as his favorite table anyway.

"Mind if I join you?"

dreamofthelight July 4 2011, 01:06:14 UTC

Michael looked up and offered a lopsided, well what could be called a smile. "Of course. I don't need a whole table like some." Those people with stuff spread all over an entire table mainly. There were a few.

fakes_death July 4 2011, 01:38:10 UTC

Clay was amused, "Thank you."

He sat and looked out the window toward the courtyard. "New, here?"

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Crowds don't bother me augustanderson July 21 2011, 17:49:03 UTC

It'd been awhile since I was last in the food court on my own. Annie had been spoiling me since the day she joined the DPD with her morning coffee delivery. But I was getting lazy and complacent. That wasn't good for me, so with my regular cane I made my way through the shuffling crowd of agents, analysts and paper pushers. The best part about the white cane was that people got out of my way. The worst part was people got out of my way. It's not quite the ice breaker that a puppy is, and I once again thought about getting a guide dog. Sure no one was supposed to pet them when they were working, but it was a better conversation starter. No one said, "Hey nice cane." They did say, "Pretty dog. Can I pet him."

Starbucks was easy to find, and they had my regular order ready for me when I got to the counter. I added a slice of banana bread and went in search of a table. I used to worry that it'd be hard, but there's always someone willing to offer a spare seat to the blind guy.

freshoffthefarm July 21 2011, 19:58:55 UTC

Annie had gone down to the Starbucks to get her own daily coffee. Because she'd been running late, she hadn't had a chance to pop in and ask Auggie what he wanted. It was that reason that she smiled when she saw him sitting at one of the small round tables that gathered around the small cart.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" She asked it as she sat down next to him without really waiting for a response. "I mean, you're not waiting for someone, are you?"

With Auggie, one couldn't be too sure.

augustanderson July 21 2011, 23:16:22 UTC

I didn't get too far from the Starbucks when I heard a familiar voice offer me a seat. It was Jackie from the 4th floor, and she was on her way back to work. So I just slid into her still warm seat, and took my first sip of my coffee. It was a little bit warmer than I was used too since I didn't usually get it fresh from the pot like this, but it was still good.

I heard her before she got too close. There was something about Annie's step that I'd honed in on the first day we met. It wasn't the heels, although I did love the sound of them. There was a cadence that make her unique. Everyone's steps are different, but I paid attention to hers.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't ask to sit with me," I told her with a huge smile on my face.

freshoffthefarm July 21 2011, 23:48:01 UTC

Annie had a feeling that he knew it was her before she'd even spoken, given the smile on his face, but she didn't say anything about weird it was like she sometimes did. Instead, she just slid into the seat next to him and took a drink of her coffee.

"How's your morning been so far?"

The details about Istanbul and how things had gone had been kept on strict lock down from anyone not directly involved, so she wasn't looking for anything specific herself, but she was wondering how he was doing now that he was back.

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