Sometimes in April//Adam & Grace
Grace sighed as she stopped to pull open the diner’s glass door. She had been right the night before. Things were easier in the moonlight. “Table for two,” she said with a smile to the hostess. Turning to Adam she added, “You know we have to talk about it right?” If she had learned anything in the last few months it was that trying to go it alone didn’t work. In fact it only got a person drunk in the forest in the middle of the night.
She knew it wouldn’t be a simple conversation. She very much doubted that Adam had talked about what all had happened to him. Her past hadn’t been a hot topic of conversation. They sat at a booth, no one in the seats near them. “Can I get you guys some coffee?” the waitress asked.
“Yeah thanks,” Grace replied with a smile at the prospect. She was going to need coffee for this. When the waitress was gone she took up the menu forcing herself to be nonchalant. “Where do you want to start?” Grace asked. She paused. He didn’t want to start anywhere. If he had his way, she guessed, they would pretend last night hadn’t happened at all. But that was no way for them to move forward. “If you have to where would you start?” she amends looking over her menu at Adam.
He walked into the diner after Grace, secretly glad to be out of Grace’s apartment and back in familiar turf. He’d spent time at plenty at the restaurants looking for information on the town, on other werewolves and shapeshifters. He was still set on finding the one who had killed his mother. It was the only way he knew to make things right, the only way he could ever forgive himself from leaving his brother alone in the world was if that monster was dead too. It hadn’t left much time for actually trying most of the food at the restaurants though.
“I know, doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He said, his voice sounding sarcastic. He sat down across from her and reached for the menu, trying to distract himself, or to avoid the conversation. He nodded at the waitress. “It’s still morning, so even though you said you wanted fries, I was thinking of starting with pancakes. I can’t remember the last time I had pancakes.” He joked, although he knew it wouldn’t deter her. He really hadn’t had pancakes in a really long time though, nor anything even remotely homey for that matter. Adam sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Well, we could start with how you ended up in a town full of monsters and then quitted hunting?” He said cautiously. He did not want to talk about him, and he was actually quite curious as to what had happened to Grace. Where had her father ended up, and what had made her change her mind.
