The all too familiar figure, emulating Adrianâs own size and height, was an easy sight to spot from where he parked his â85 Land Cruiser Wagon aways down the road. The Leviâs sherpa jacket Adrian wore tightened around his broad frame when cold air pushed against him en route to Blake Wakefield. The man was a sight for sore eyesââ a mentor to Adrian once, and one of his dearest friends to this day, and someone he had a threshold of endless respect for. Though the two were born in two very separate worlds, they found a likeness in the mutual desire to simply do good, and the rest was just⊠easy.Â
      Blakeâs greeting was what was to be expectedâ the perfect mix of enigmatic and playful âand the blossoming smile it elicited from the younger raven male was adjoined with a bellied laugh, âYou serious? Iâm in, man, but fair warningââ I might not make it back in one piece,â He mused as he edged closer, images of floating markets and opulent palaces he had only seen in photos flashing fleeting desire through his head, âItâll either be The Hangover Part II type-deal or all those street monkeys will whisk me away,â He enveloped Blake in his usual bear hug then, broad hand clasping his back throughout, but there was a reason why Adrian squeezed a little tighter than what was usual for him. If Blake hadnât been there when Ophelia needed him, Adrian couldnât even think about where theyâd be, where sheâd be. It was just a cumbersome topic to bring up in first greeting, so the hug would have to be the sensory creatureâs own way of addressing it, for now. âBut, for now, itâs me splurging on you, â He started into the chic interior of Ginger Blue, halting at the host stand in a wait, âSo, whatâs good? On the menuââ and with you?âÂ
âOf course,â he promises, arms wrapped around Adrian in one of the deepest hugs he could imagine. The OâHaras in general were the stars of Lanford in his eyes, but Adrian always held a special spot in his heart. He teases, âMaybe weâll just have to ask Idris where he wants to go in the world instead,â he moves to step away and through the threshold of the door and was immediately bombarded with smells that just made him crave everything about the country. They all deserved a nice long vacation, and Blake would offer the world to make them happy.
The host leads them to an empty booth and Blake just orders a water  âAh? The menu is well balanced, if you canât handle spice Iâd stay away from these,â he points to a few spots on the menu, âAnd with me? Life is life,â he jokes, âNothing special, nothing good. The winter boredom is starting to lift, so thatâs good.â He grins, âAnything new?â