If Adri could have seen Ezekiel now, he wouldn't have believed his eyes. He would have wondered when the angel had turned into a complete fighting machine.<br/><br/>As it was, he was busy sitting in the cafe waiting for his own prey. After what felt like hours on the stakeout, he finally--<i>finally! </i>caught a glimpse of Tristan walking up to the apartment. Hastily throwing down a couple of bills on the table, Adriel stood up left, taking care not to be seen.<br/><br/>Was a quick surge of power, he possessed a young man who appeared to live in the same building. Tanned, tattooed and with lighter hair than his own. He entered the apartment, just as someone exited, giving them a small smile, as if he belonged there.<br/><br/>In the elevator, he made small talk with Tristan, bringing up idle chatter about this and that, sports and the like, as he checked his own wallet and pockets. Forgetful and always losing things, he explained, pulling out his keys. He asked if there were any good food joints around.<br/><br/>Tristan, never one to turn down a pretty face, invited him to dinner the next night. Adri accepted with a shy pleased smile before getting out on 'his' floor. When he'd checked his wallet, he had discreetly figured out his address and floor. He gave Tristan a wink and said he'd see him later.