Catching up [closed to Peter Bishop]
Michael entered the restaurant with a bit of apprehension and the reason was two-fold.
First was because of Walter's absence. He'd heard of people disappearing but had not actually spoken to anyone who'd experienced such. It was unknown territory. Information he did not have and it was part curiosity, part concern that he'd like to speak with Peter about it.
Second, this restaurant always changed. Last he was here it was Japanese themed. Tonight it looked and felt like a family restaurant. Homey, comfortable, welcoming, with the scent of fresh made food in the air. One wiff and it told him this: Italian.
Michael walked in with a small but appreciative smile that stayed as he was shown to his table. He had then ordered aranciata and Michael sipped the sweet drink as he waited for Peter to arrive.
First was because of Walter's absence. He'd heard of people disappearing but had not actually spoken to anyone who'd experienced such. It was unknown territory. Information he did not have and it was part curiosity, part concern that he'd like to speak with Peter about it.
Second, this restaurant always changed. Last he was here it was Japanese themed. Tonight it looked and felt like a family restaurant. Homey, comfortable, welcoming, with the scent of fresh made food in the air. One wiff and it told him this: Italian.
Michael walked in with a small but appreciative smile that stayed as he was shown to his table. He had then ordered aranciata and Michael sipped the sweet drink as he waited for Peter to arrive.