Nate Adamson

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The Lion King was still playing on TV when he got home after work. He had placed the food he had brought over from the restaurant on the kitchen counter before turning off the TV and looking for Mariana. He heard her voice, calling out to some Elijah, and went over to just let her know that he was home and food was here. He spotted her first and called out her name. “Hey, I got dinner today, so --” He stopped speaking when he realized that what he had walked into was not something he had quite expected. His gaze went from her to the boy who looked in obvious distress and then to Mariana again. “What did you do?“ he asked before rushing over and kneeling down beside him, placing a cautious hand on his arm. Elijah did she call him? “Elijah -- are you okay? What’s the matter?” he asked softly before glaring up at her.  “You better tell me who’s in there and what’s going on.“

Despite the life he once lived, there was a freedom that came with the move. He was cautious nonetheless, but being able to live a life without the fear that lurked out of eyes sight was more of a relief than he could explain. This is how nightly jogs had become part of his routine. Tonight was clear, the moon bright against the sky as he made laps around the shore. He seemed to be lost in the music, but when the figure came into view, it was too late. He collided with them, he stumbled back, but didn’t fall. “Are you all right?” he panted, as he pulled his headphones out. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“I am totally alright.” Nate responded as the other apologized to him for bumping into him. He had attempted to step out of his way when he noticed the other run towards him but he had bumped into his side anyway. He couldn’t help but be amused that the boy hadn’t seen him, people usually said he was hard to miss, but it was rather dark and with his concentration being focused in the run, he must not have have noticed another’s presence at all. “Are you, though?”

Macy enjoyed working at the cafe, even on days when it got so busy that there weren’t many seats left open. Today, however, the cafe was pretty dead, with only a couple people staggering in and out throughout the whole day. When she heard the little bell on the door ring, signalling that someone else had just walked in, Macy glanced over and smiled at the person who entered. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” She called out, carrying a couple drinks over to another table before she approached the person by the door. “You can sit wherever you’d like.”

“Well -- now I have a problem.” Nathaniel said just as he sat at one of the booths and read the text he had just received on his phone. “The friend I was about to meet just cancelled.” he sighed and placed his phone on the table. “Looks like it’s just you and me then. How are you, Macy?”

Rosalie took her work seriously, she really did, but she couldn’t help but get distracted every once in a while. Especially when Stefan would stop by the restaurant, deliberately asking for her anytime he came by. When he stopped in that evening and requested that she take his order, Rosalie had to be summoned from the back, where she had been working on some paperwork with Nate. After he’d gotten his food and left, she made her way back to the back with a stack of dishes one of the wait staff had left on an empty table. Rosalie deposited the dishes in the sink to be cleaned, then poked her head around the corner to where Nate’s office was, knocking lightly before stepping in. “Sorry about that, Stefan stopped by again. How’s it coming along back here?” She asked casually, though it was clear she was still blushing slightly from her conversation with Stefan.

Nate went on to continue with the paperwork when Rosalie was called in but when it was past a few minutes and she did not return, he went over to find her -- only to see her in a conversation with Stefan. He couldn’t help the wave of jealousy which washed through him at that moment. The girl was smiling widely at the other, her cheeks pink and her eyes sparkling. It was rather obvious to anyone who watched that she very much enjoyed the other boy’s company. He quickly turned away, and got back to continue his work, telling himself that he had no right to be jealous, she was happy and that is what should matter. When she got back, he looked up from his papers, quickly forcing a smile onto his lips. “I am almost done, it seems we can get back home earlier than we imagined.” he said, placing the neatly stacked papers aside. Noticing the pink tinge on her cheeks, his gaze went back down to his documents again. “If you wanted to leave with your boyfriend, it’s fine. I have this covered.”

“I’ve been walking back and forth in this particular area and the fishes won’t stop following me. Is it in their nature or could they think I’m a mermaid?” Ophelia wondered out loud, trying to keep a straight face before a smile broke through. “Mermaids… as if.” 

Nate frowned slighting looking at the water before turning back to her. “I am not sure -- are you one? A mermaid?” he wondered out loud. “I imagine they’re only after food or something, the idea that they can sense mermaids is rather ludicrous.”

It had been a while since Lucy had dropped off those first pastries here, and found an unexpected friend in the owner. Maybe friend wasn’t the right word, maybe mentor was a better word. Either way she looked up to him and found herself bringing treats every week, be it dropping them off at the restaurant or bringing it to his place. Lucy was fascinated with how much he seemed to know, how it looked like he had soon so much in this world but also was still so fresh faced. As she had free time today, Lucy thought she would pop on by his place to drop off his favorite, baked especially for him. Knocking on his door, she bit her lip, hoping Nate was actually home.

Nate had been prepping dinner when Lucy knocked. “Just a second!” he called before placing the potatoes in the oven and swiftly going over to get the door. A smile grew on his lips when he saw Lucy, his eyes darting down to the box in her hand. “You didn’t have to, Lucy.” he said, stepping back and opening the door wider so that she could come in. “But then, I suppose I don’t have to make dessert now. How are you doing today? Didn’t you bring Melon?”

Hot mess | Nate&Carolina

It was another of those days when he got a call from his sister asking him to pick her up and telling him next to nothing despite his several questions. He knew what this was -- she had gotten into completely unnecessary trouble and he now had to go and clean up after her. It had been something he was doing for so many years that even though he told her off every time in an attempt to make her more responsible, he was sort of.. used to it. Used to how she could be. It didn't make him angry like it used to years ago. It seemed, he had come to terms with the fact that this is how she is and he had learnt to be sort of okay with it. His only worry was if she would put herself in danger and end up getting hurt. She maybe an immortal vampire but she still had weaknesses. And if he simply let her do as she pleased, it wouldn’t end well for her.