"Where are we going for lunch?" Ian sat in the passenger's side of Gabe's
mustang. They were following Sara who was traveling by motorcycle. He was
a bit uneasy, though why he couldn't tell himself. Something just didn't
feel right. Sara and Gabe both seem troubled. But Ian shoved it to the back
of his mind, reminding himself he was going home soon.
Gabe shrugged, "Not sure, looks like she could be taking us to her favorite cafe though. The girl is hooked on coffee."
"Oh..." Ian sighed with a frown. He couldn't remember if he liked coffee or not. Though this morning had proved he could cook rather well. And that he had done, making breakfast all most a banquet.
The rest of the ride was in silence, neither knowing what to say, but comfortable enough with the silence to not try and fill it with meaningless small talk.
Gabe smiled when he saw Sara pull into The Tasmanian Den, the little 24 hour cafe she loved. He pulled into a parking spot next the buell and looked over to Ian grinning, "What did I tell you. I knew she'd bring us here."
Sara pulled off her black helmet and shook her hair out, waiting for the boys to join her. She smiled tentatively when Ian came up beside her, followed by Gabe on the other side. All through the ride Pezz had been debating with herself about what to do about Ian wanting to return home, and how she was going to tell him about it. "Well, shall we?" She held a hand out towards the cafe door, forcing a grin.
Ian glanced behind Sara to Gabe, winking and wiggled his elbow a bit. It took a moment for Gabe to understand, but when he did he smiled wide and nodded. In unison they spoke. "Our pleasure." Both men grinned, offering Sara an arm.
"Who says chivalry is dead?" Pezz smiled, arching a brow but accepted the arms. They walked this way till the door, where Ian broke away from them and opened it for Sara, bowing and sweeping an arm out.
"Heeey Pezzini!" An older man with a Brooklyn accent smiled wide when he saw his favorite patron enter the cafe. He had known her since she was a young teen, and had grown fond of her. "You're usual?"
Pezz dipped her head with a childish grin, glancing to Gabriel and Ian.
"Gabe! Long time no see! How's it hanging? And who's this?" The cafe owner arched his bushy brows at Ian. A slight frown coming across his countenance. Something at the back of his mind told him he had seen this man before, but just where and when was another matter all together.
"Ian Nottingham." Introducing himself with a slight nod, Ian smiled. He liked it here. It felt familiar and before he knew what he was doing he was ordering a drink, "An Irish cream cappuccino, please..." Blinking he looked to Sara, arching a brow.
"I didn't know you drank cappuccinos..." Sara spoke softly, blinking in thought. She was sure she had done this before. Dismissing it with a shrug she looked to the cafe owner, smiling, "Yeah Vinny, I'll take my usual, and could you send over a big plate of fries?"
"Sure thing doll." Vinny grinned, taking a pencil from behind his ear and jotting down the orders. When he was done he looked to Gabe expectantly.
"Umm... Root Beer." He grinned, wondering off to find a seat.
"All righty. I'll be right back with your drinks and appetizer..." Chuckling softly the man headed back to the kitchen.
Ian smiled to himself. He was happy. This day was turning out good and soon he'd be home and hopefully remembering things. He followed Gabe to a booth and sat down next to him, playfully ramming his shoulder into the smaller younger man and squishing him into the wall. "Hey half pint, I'll come back to your place for dinner. We can find out what else I can cook." Ian laughed softly moving back from Gabe and letting him rest once again in his chair properly.
Gabe laughed, grunting a little when he was shoved into the wall, but smiled the whole time, pushing back as hard as he could. "Ok, hey, I invited Sara for dinner."
"Great." Ian smiled wide looking to Sara as she took a seat across from them, watching them with wide eyes.
It was hard for Sara to believe what she was seeing. Ian was acting...normal and as if he had been an old friend to both of them. Gabe and Ian had bonded as brothers in a short amount of time. She wondered if this was how Ian would have turned out had he not been raised to be the trained killer of Kenneth Irons. Yet she knew this side of him was a part if Ian, even if it was a part he had buried a long time ago. Sara found herself wondering what type of a relationship they would have formed had things been different, if he had turned out the way he was now and if she had meet the man he was now.
"So where do I live?" Ian smiled at Sara, placing his arms on the table and lacing his hands. Excitement was welling up in him, he had started thinking about a lot of things this morning, like where he lived, what kind of a car he drove, if he had pets, did he have brothers and sisters? But one question also burned in his mind above all others. What was his relationship with Sara? He felt so close to her, comfortable and attracted. She hadn't said anything as to the nature of their affection. But she had been the frist person he had seen, the only person he vaguely remembered.
Again there was that tension and both his new friends looked at one another with sad almost apprehensive eyes.
Gabe shrugged, "Not sure, looks like she could be taking us to her favorite cafe though. The girl is hooked on coffee."
"Oh..." Ian sighed with a frown. He couldn't remember if he liked coffee or not. Though this morning had proved he could cook rather well. And that he had done, making breakfast all most a banquet.
The rest of the ride was in silence, neither knowing what to say, but comfortable enough with the silence to not try and fill it with meaningless small talk.
Gabe smiled when he saw Sara pull into The Tasmanian Den, the little 24 hour cafe she loved. He pulled into a parking spot next the buell and looked over to Ian grinning, "What did I tell you. I knew she'd bring us here."
Sara pulled off her black helmet and shook her hair out, waiting for the boys to join her. She smiled tentatively when Ian came up beside her, followed by Gabe on the other side. All through the ride Pezz had been debating with herself about what to do about Ian wanting to return home, and how she was going to tell him about it. "Well, shall we?" She held a hand out towards the cafe door, forcing a grin.
Ian glanced behind Sara to Gabe, winking and wiggled his elbow a bit. It took a moment for Gabe to understand, but when he did he smiled wide and nodded. In unison they spoke. "Our pleasure." Both men grinned, offering Sara an arm.
"Who says chivalry is dead?" Pezz smiled, arching a brow but accepted the arms. They walked this way till the door, where Ian broke away from them and opened it for Sara, bowing and sweeping an arm out.
"Heeey Pezzini!" An older man with a Brooklyn accent smiled wide when he saw his favorite patron enter the cafe. He had known her since she was a young teen, and had grown fond of her. "You're usual?"
Pezz dipped her head with a childish grin, glancing to Gabriel and Ian.
"Gabe! Long time no see! How's it hanging? And who's this?" The cafe owner arched his bushy brows at Ian. A slight frown coming across his countenance. Something at the back of his mind told him he had seen this man before, but just where and when was another matter all together.
"Ian Nottingham." Introducing himself with a slight nod, Ian smiled. He liked it here. It felt familiar and before he knew what he was doing he was ordering a drink, "An Irish cream cappuccino, please..." Blinking he looked to Sara, arching a brow.
"I didn't know you drank cappuccinos..." Sara spoke softly, blinking in thought. She was sure she had done this before. Dismissing it with a shrug she looked to the cafe owner, smiling, "Yeah Vinny, I'll take my usual, and could you send over a big plate of fries?"
"Sure thing doll." Vinny grinned, taking a pencil from behind his ear and jotting down the orders. When he was done he looked to Gabe expectantly.
"Umm... Root Beer." He grinned, wondering off to find a seat.
"All righty. I'll be right back with your drinks and appetizer..." Chuckling softly the man headed back to the kitchen.
Ian smiled to himself. He was happy. This day was turning out good and soon he'd be home and hopefully remembering things. He followed Gabe to a booth and sat down next to him, playfully ramming his shoulder into the smaller younger man and squishing him into the wall. "Hey half pint, I'll come back to your place for dinner. We can find out what else I can cook." Ian laughed softly moving back from Gabe and letting him rest once again in his chair properly.
Gabe laughed, grunting a little when he was shoved into the wall, but smiled the whole time, pushing back as hard as he could. "Ok, hey, I invited Sara for dinner."
"Great." Ian smiled wide looking to Sara as she took a seat across from them, watching them with wide eyes.
It was hard for Sara to believe what she was seeing. Ian was acting...normal and as if he had been an old friend to both of them. Gabe and Ian had bonded as brothers in a short amount of time. She wondered if this was how Ian would have turned out had he not been raised to be the trained killer of Kenneth Irons. Yet she knew this side of him was a part if Ian, even if it was a part he had buried a long time ago. Sara found herself wondering what type of a relationship they would have formed had things been different, if he had turned out the way he was now and if she had meet the man he was now.
"So where do I live?" Ian smiled at Sara, placing his arms on the table and lacing his hands. Excitement was welling up in him, he had started thinking about a lot of things this morning, like where he lived, what kind of a car he drove, if he had pets, did he have brothers and sisters? But one question also burned in his mind above all others. What was his relationship with Sara? He felt so close to her, comfortable and attracted. She hadn't said anything as to the nature of their affection. But she had been the frist person he had seen, the only person he vaguely remembered.
Again there was that tension and both his new friends looked at one another with sad almost apprehensive eyes.