Addison placed the plate of food and a glass of Jack and coke on the table, smiling at her guest. He returned the smile, giving her a thank you as she turned to wait on someone else. His hand outstretched and the glass slid to his palm, pulled by an unseen force. He took a long drink, closing his eyes as he shook off his exhaustion. Glancing around the large area of the tavern, he noticed that the group of men watching the game when he had walked in was gone.
In fact, the majority of people that were there had already left. Taking a glance at his watch showed why, it was already 1:30. Sylar put down the glass on the table, picking up a fork; he examined it before throwing it down when he saw the waitress return.
"How is everything?" she asked, a sparkling smile on her face. Sylar turned back the charm, as he let out a laugh, "I don't know, I haven't tried it yet." He saw her face drop but quickly replaced with a nervous smile, as she opened her mouth to speak, "but, the drink is excellent." He stated, continuing his response.
She turned to walk away but Sylar held out his hand to catch her, grazing her wrist. He watched her stop suddenly, as if frozen; her brown eyes turning stark white. Sylar pulled his hand away from her and stared disbelievingly at it, distracting his attention between his hand and her face.
A pair of eyes from across the room was on the both of them, and Sylar's heartbeat rose. Before he could stop himself, he whispered "Sit down." and watched as her hand pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, complying with his request.
It took him a while to figure out what had happened; sitting at the table staring at her like he'd never seen a girl before. He didn't seem to notice her eyes change back and her body jump when his connection broke. Addison smiled nervously as she saw the man in front of her staring at her.
He finally noticed and pulled his attention elsewhere. He must have looked like an idiot staring at her like that, watching her look down at the chair confused. Her hand pressed against her forehead and she grimaced.
"Are you ok?" he asked, skeptical about touching her. She lifted herself up, pushing the chair in. "Yeah, just a little headache."
He caught her attention before she had time to walk away, keeping his hands in his lap. "What's your name?"
The young woman turned to face him, smiling she replied, "Addison." He nodded and she added to her response, "Yours?"
Keeping calm, he answered coolly, "Gabriel."
She smiled another one of her dazzling smiles, as he watched her disappear through the back room. He exhaled, narrowly missing an unwanted conversation. His eyes darted to the man who had been looking at him earlier, glaring, he sent an intimidating vibe his way; watching him get up from his table and walk out the bar without a payment or tip.
Addison noticed as well, as she dashed out from the back, gaping as the door closed. Sylar didn't know how to explain it but every time he saw her, it was as if he was hit by a rock. It wasn't the pain behind the expression but the awareness, like he had known her before. He just couldn't explain it; he felt a strong, tugging connection to her.
"I'll pay for it." His voice startled her as she whizzed around. Addison walked up, shaking her head. "You don't have to."
Using a childish reaction, Sylar pursed his lips together, acting as if he was thinking. He broke his expression and looked at her, smiling. "But I want to."
"You are by far, the nicest person I have ever met. Society should take lessons from you." Reaching into his coat for his wallet, Sylar had to let out a laugh, thinking about the very reason society shouldn't take lessons from him. Pulling out a one hundred dollar bill he placed it in her hand.
He noticed her surprised expression, adding "That doesn't include my bill." Addison stared at him, perplexed; though she became skeptical, leaning over and pinching his arm.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, pulling his arm away. The girl's eyes widened and she jumped back, spilling a million "sorry's".
He risked the effects of his newly acquired power when he shot his hand out placing it on her arm, halting her word flood. She looked down at his hand curled around her wrist and lifted her gaze to his. Their eyes locked and they both ended up laughing as he pulled his hand away.
"I was just checking if you were real." She said picking up his empty plate and glass. Her response surprised him and he looked up at her confused.
"Is my character that uncommon?" he asked, amusement in his tone. Holding her tray, she placed her free hand on her hip, smiling, "Around here, definitely." She was met with an imitation of her smile as he stood, slipping a fifty dollar bill in her hand as he walked out of the bar.
The cold wind blasted against his face when he stepped out into the alley way. Walking down the steps, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of notebook paper. Examining the address written, his mind memorized it, filing it away for further use.
Bracing against the wind, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat, walking briskly past the body in the alleyway as he dropped the paper. It floated through the air and landed on the man's chest. Glancing down, he took one last look, taking pride in his kill, as he pulled his coat closer to his body.
Grinning to himself, he made his way to pay a visit to his next victim, disappearing in the shadows.
