Outfit
It wasn't quite warm yet, but spring had chased away most of the wintry chill. The day had been overcast, the sun peeking through when it could, and Theo had spent most of it busy with one matter or another that required his attention. There was a flood watch for Thursday, but the high winds were enough to contend with that day. The way the towering skyscrapers of Newton had got built made the streets beneath veritable wind tunnels, snapping the edges of Theo's coat and ruffling his hair. Any attempt to arrange his hair that morning was lost to the gusting winds.
Theo was standing outside a Caffé Nero, behind a creaking windbreak, one hand tucked in a pocket while the other held a cardboard coffee cup with the blue logo of the coffee franchise. As he stood straight and steady, he squinted down the street, expecting someone, slowly sipping his drink. He'd much rather have a cigarette in his hand, the urge returning each time something went ass over tits at the office, but he was staving it off with caffeine instead. It was a bad habit he’d worked hard to kick, and he wanted to keep it that way, for the most part.
This was, unfortunately, what passed for Theo's lunch break for the day. Far too late, but it couldn't be helped. He'd only been able to grab the opportunity when Eldridge had called, going on about having something to give Theo. Private, the Englishman assumed, if the man was bypassing the front desk like he'd told the man. Theo had given the man an address and told him to meet him there, slipping away from the busy office with a ready-made excuse and a promise to bring back food for those settling in to the night shift.
Lifting his cup for another warm sip of coffee, Theo slid his eyes along the street–single lane, one way. There was a T stop nearby, a slow trickle of pedestrians going to and fro. It wasn't a busy street, so Theo had a clear overview of the passersby. No one was too interesting to him so far, most of them disappearing down the steps to the subway.
Theo knew the Newton subway system beneath his feet was a crisscross of tunnels and tracks. A bit more complicated than the older tunnels in the other neighbourhoods, adapting to old tracks and adding new ones. All clean and polished, of course, just bloody awful to slog through if you had a particular platform to get to. Some parts were still under construction, a wrong turn leading you to a blocked off section. Easthaven's own version of the Big Dig, to a degree.
It wasn't quite warm yet, but spring had chased away most of the wintry chill. The day had been overcast, the sun peeking through when it could, and Theo had spent most of it busy with one matter or another that required his attention. There was a flood watch for Thursday, but the high winds were enough to contend with that day. The way the towering skyscrapers of Newton had got built made the streets beneath veritable wind tunnels, snapping the edges of Theo's coat and ruffling his hair. Any attempt to arrange his hair that morning was lost to the gusting winds.
Theo was standing outside a Caffé Nero, behind a creaking windbreak, one hand tucked in a pocket while the other held a cardboard coffee cup with the blue logo of the coffee franchise. As he stood straight and steady, he squinted down the street, expecting someone, slowly sipping his drink. He'd much rather have a cigarette in his hand, the urge returning each time something went ass over tits at the office, but he was staving it off with caffeine instead. It was a bad habit he’d worked hard to kick, and he wanted to keep it that way, for the most part.
This was, unfortunately, what passed for Theo's lunch break for the day. Far too late, but it couldn't be helped. He'd only been able to grab the opportunity when Eldridge had called, going on about having something to give Theo. Private, the Englishman assumed, if the man was bypassing the front desk like he'd told the man. Theo had given the man an address and told him to meet him there, slipping away from the busy office with a ready-made excuse and a promise to bring back food for those settling in to the night shift.
Lifting his cup for another warm sip of coffee, Theo slid his eyes along the street–single lane, one way. There was a T stop nearby, a slow trickle of pedestrians going to and fro. It wasn't a busy street, so Theo had a clear overview of the passersby. No one was too interesting to him so far, most of them disappearing down the steps to the subway.
Theo knew the Newton subway system beneath his feet was a crisscross of tunnels and tracks. A bit more complicated than the older tunnels in the other neighbourhoods, adapting to old tracks and adding new ones. All clean and polished, of course, just bloody awful to slog through if you had a particular platform to get to. Some parts were still under construction, a wrong turn leading you to a blocked off section. Easthaven's own version of the Big Dig, to a degree.