The American voices drew Adam's attention, especially given that he was brooding on the whole implosion there. At first, he just looked annoyed. This was his pub, not some place for tourist teenagers to invade, but he caught the name of the one girl long enough to make him at least glance over. It wasn't that "Claire" was an unusual name, of course, but given where his thoughts were...
He stared. When Peter had mentioned her as they talked, he'd been intrigued. Nearly four hundred years, and he'd never met anyone else like him. He'd taken it upon himself to find her file and get a picture, to know what she looked like, to maybe look her up some day. He hadn't expected it to be like this.
Of all the pubs in all the world, she had to come walking into the one he'd claimed as his. His eyes flicked behind her, half looking to make sure she wasn't accompanied by Peter or Nathan or Angela, in which case things could get ugly, but, no, just the girls. Huh. That was a blessing at least.
He took a longer sip of his lager, watching her curiously and not really bothering to hide it.
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He stared. When Peter had mentioned her as they talked, he'd been intrigued. Nearly four hundred years, and he'd never met anyone else like him. He'd taken it upon himself to find her file and get a picture, to know what she looked like, to maybe look her up some day. He hadn't expected it to be like this.
Of all the pubs in all the world, she had to come walking into the one he'd claimed as his. His eyes flicked behind her, half looking to make sure she wasn't accompanied by Peter or Nathan or Angela, in which case things could get ugly, but, no, just the girls. Huh. That was a blessing at least.
He took a longer sip of his lager, watching her curiously and not really bothering to hide it.