We could be a sweet team; melting in your vice dreams, boy [CLOSED]
WHO: Claire Bennet [risparmiarsi] and Peter Petrelli [sirsognatore]
WHAT: Ice cream to cheer up the soul! Screw chicken soup.
WHERE: The ice cream parlor in the city.
WHEN: Friday evening, 6pm!
Claire was already waiting for him outside, dressed down from her typical secretary-work-attire in a purple halter and jeans, sandals hanging off her feet as she rocked them back and forth, legs crossed over each other, sitting on the bench right outside her apartment building.
It wasn't fancy, nothing like what some of the higher ups had, or even Dean's place where she'd stayed the weekend prior, but it was good enough. Paid for by the Commission, it left her with a grand cut in her paycheck, but at least she didn't have to worry about anything, save for being outside of protocol.
What she hated the most, was how few people she knew. Most of the people at the AMC had done work on her, and she wasn't too keen on being friends with them specifically. But Peter seemed nice enough. Which was, after all, why she was having ice cream with him.
That, and Dean. Ugh. It was a weekend thing. Damn him for being so interesting and getting along with her like he had. Damn him overall.
One time thing. Done. Over. She should just move on. But, uh, Peter, right? That was safe. He was really nice, and cute, too.
Now he just needed to pick her up.
WHAT: Ice cream to cheer up the soul! Screw chicken soup.
WHERE: The ice cream parlor in the city.
WHEN: Friday evening, 6pm!
Claire was already waiting for him outside, dressed down from her typical secretary-work-attire in a purple halter and jeans, sandals hanging off her feet as she rocked them back and forth, legs crossed over each other, sitting on the bench right outside her apartment building.
It wasn't fancy, nothing like what some of the higher ups had, or even Dean's place where she'd stayed the weekend prior, but it was good enough. Paid for by the Commission, it left her with a grand cut in her paycheck, but at least she didn't have to worry about anything, save for being outside of protocol.
What she hated the most, was how few people she knew. Most of the people at the AMC had done work on her, and she wasn't too keen on being friends with them specifically. But Peter seemed nice enough. Which was, after all, why she was having ice cream with him.
That, and Dean. Ugh. It was a weekend thing. Damn him for being so interesting and getting along with her like he had. Damn him overall.
One time thing. Done. Over. She should just move on. But, uh, Peter, right? That was safe. He was really nice, and cute, too.
Now he just needed to pick her up.