#starter;adam

Just ask her! Adam huffed as he shook his head at the thought, carding his fingers through his hair. This is the most inappropriate place to approach her and ask for an autograph, he thought, nervously chewing on his thumbnail as he watched Kenzie Killmer walk across the courtyard of the charity event currently taking place. Variety was hosting their annual Power of Women event, and Adam had been privileged enough to be invited as a male ally as well as a presenter of an award. 

Who: Adam & Cartel

Where: Pride Picnic

Adam had never cared much for Pride. Too many people trying to be noticed all at once. The Pride picnic was no exception. Music drifted across the park, children darted between blankets with faces painted every color imaginable, and somewhere nearby someone was enthusiastically trying to convince strangers to join a three-legged race. It was... lively. He sat beneath the shade of an old oak with a paper cup of coffee he'd long since stopped drinking, one ankle resting over the opposite knee as he watched the festivities unfold.Or rather...he watched Cartel. Stopping to chat here. Wandering over there. Blending seamlessly into the flow of people moving between booths and picnic tables and trees. Adam knew better.

The people Cartel lingered near weren't chosen at random. They never had been. A little too isolated. A little too uncertain. Someone whose eyes kept drifting toward everyone else instead of the activities in front of them. Someone carrying loneliness like it weighed more than the backpack slung over their shoulder. Potential. Adam's mouth twitched into the faintest hint of a smile. God, they were good at it. His gaze followed them as they drifted through the crowd, patient as ever. He didn't wave when they glanced in his direction. Didn't interrupt. There was no point. Eventually, though, Cartel's path curved close enough that Adam spoke without bothering to raise his voice."Finished making the rounds?" he asked, tipping his head slightly as his eyes settled on them.

Adam Mercer

Striding into the room Adam was already explaining himself,”The door was open so I just, ya know, let myself in. You should probably not do that.”