It was when his own signing was over that he left. He didn't even stop at the coffee machine, despite hearing the sweet siren's song of her processes calling to him. He'd cut down, because an author didn't need to drink enough coffee to keep someone running on 3 hours of sleep a night like most people.
He loaded up in private. Drinking the black sludge so think it was practically all grounds when he could. He smoked more. Different vices for a different man. The artist type in the children's area had to be her. He didn't pay attention to the signage, he hovered, waiting for her to finish her reading for the kids, hovering behind, letting her attendant know Adrian Maskin was here, when she had a chance.
Hell, she didn't really look like a normal person, so she must have been an artist type. He went to college once, he remembered what they were like. Enough art classes for his degree had taught him that. The civil engineering students had been the ones out of place, for once. It had been an humbling experience.
When she was free, he opened with a hand extended, a neutral smile, and a pleasant introduction on his lips.
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He loaded up in private. Drinking the black sludge so think it was practically all grounds when he could. He smoked more. Different vices for a different man. The artist type in the children's area had to be her. He didn't pay attention to the signage, he hovered, waiting for her to finish her reading for the kids, hovering behind, letting her attendant know Adrian Maskin was here, when she had a chance.
Hell, she didn't really look like a normal person, so she must have been an artist type. He went to college once, he remembered what they were like. Enough art classes for his degree had taught him that. The civil engineering students had been the ones out of place, for once. It had been an humbling experience.
When she was free, he opened with a hand extended, a neutral smile, and a pleasant introduction on his lips.