Chapter Eleven
Adriana dashed around the couch, coat still in her hand, as Happy sat up to look over the back of the couch at the front door. She yarded open the door hoping for only one person.
Bruce stood looking down. His light grey pants and black shirt were wrinkled, he was missing his belt and watch, His hair was messy as if he had had to run his hand through it quite a few times. In his one hand, in front of him, he had a cardboard tray carrying two venti to-go coffee cups. In the other hand down, by his side, he had a paper bag.
He looked at her from under his brow in that uncanny way that only Bruce could. He smiled, "Morning,"
"Hi, I thought you left," Was all Adriana managed to squeak out. He looked like a god.
"No I just figured you'd like coffee before we went to the club."
"Oh, that's so thoughtful." Adriana stepped aside to let Bruce into the apartment, taking her coffee. She sipped it, wary of how hot it would be. It was perfect, lots of cream and lots of sugar. She wondered once again just how he knew something like that about her.
"Oh, hello," as Bruce walked in he saw Happy, who stood up from the couch smirking.
"Hi," Happy spoke to Adriana but didn't take his eyes off Bruce, "This must be your friend."
"Oh my god, sorry," Adriana blushed sipping her coffee, it was delicious, was that hazelnut? "Um, Bruce this Harold Hogan, a friend of my brother's and mine, Harold, this is Bruce Wayne, Gotham's Prince, and my close friend."
The men shook hands Bruce looking welcoming and Happy looking amused. "Good to meet you Bruce,"
"Nice to meet you as well,"
Happy looked intrigued by this man but only sighed, "Well, I had better go and check into my hotel, I call you later on, okay Adriana?"
"All right Happy, do you want me to get one of my drivers to take you over town?"
"N'ah I'll just get a cab." Happy smiled at Adriana and nodded towards Bruce before leaving the apartment shaking his head.