you're hearing rumors and you can't stomach the thought of someone touching my body

[dazzlingyou]

WHO: The Shade and Edward Cullen
WHERE: a coffeeshop somewhere in the city
WHEN: Afternoon time on Thursday
WARNINGS: Bad ass old men.
SUMMARY: A conversation over coffee that will not turn into anything more. Sorry, Shade, he's not that kind of girl.
FORMAT: WHATEVER. Quick to start out.

[ Edward doesn't order anything, instead taking a table away from the entrance. He wasn't expecting a lot of privacy but he'd go for as much as he could get. This man - Shade - was intriguing to him. He hadn't managed to tail him in any way in the city despite his efforts, which only served to intrigue him further. He was glad that he could find such interesting people in this city, whereas back home finding interesting people took a century, as was the case with Bella.

He watches the door, his face free of any emotion. Except possibly boredom from the thoughts of hipsters and teenagers also in the coffeeshop. ]

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[foreshadower]

[ The Shade preferred open air cafés, places to watch people pass, make a comment or two with company. In the sunlight, it was often more acceptable to wear his customary sunglasses as well, but he would take them off for some company.

And he did so as he stepped in through the doorway of the smaller shop. He cut an impressive silhouette, just over six feet in all black, tipping a hat off to rest in the crook of his arm with his cane. Somehow, he managed to look completely natural in the coffee shop setting as well, not at all out of place among the soft croon of an acoustic musician's songs filtering through the speakers, or the gaggle of kids with clothes that could be considered out of place anywhere but the comfort of a coffee shop.

And yet, the Shade easily slid through the crowd, finding the face of the gentleman from the other day, boy would be far more accurate of course, but Shade hardly tried to think of people in terms of age anymore. It got depressing after some time.

He walked, a comfortable, rolling pace through the room, before settling himself at the table without nary a word of greeting until he was good and situated. ]

Mr. Cullen, I presume?