<span style="font-family:Viga">More than willing to sit with him and get what information she could, Adelaide moved with William and took a seat when he did and there was a small amount of excitement in her eyes because she was getting to work on a story. For her, that was one of the most exciting things that could ever happen for her. To be excited was natural and she didn’t have any reason to try and stop that. And because of it, there was a constant smile on her face. She even blushed a bit simply because of the way mademoiselle rolled off of his tongue. <br/>
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Listening to his story, she wasn’t entirely surprised to find that she already knew most of it. She had guessed that she would from the moment she had recognized him, actually, but it was still beneficial for her to hear it from him because there were emotions that came with it. They weren’t things she could see and she definitely couldn’t know them without talking to him. Some of them he didn’t even have to actually verbalize; they simply flowed in the way that he told the story and she was a good enough listener to pick up on them. Although she wasn’t aware of it, her attention to detail was a major part of why she was a good reporter; Adelaide absorbed details so much more than anyone else ever could. <br/>
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As she listened, Adelaide was taking notes as well, but it was hard to actually pay attention to that because she was good at paying attention throughout… again, not a very common skill. <br/>
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“Oh,” she remarked when suddenly the entirety of the conversation shifted. She hadn’t even realized how much he had been paying attention to her as he told his story because usually it didn’t work that way, but once she actually looked into his eyes and took in the strength of the gaze, she knew that he saw her the whole time. It was interesting. “I’m Adelaide. Adelaide Deschant. It’s nice to meet you, William.” <br/>
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Looking down at her notebook to get one more quick glance at her note, she was actually quite pleased with what she had written and she smiled as she flipped it shut and slipped it into her purse before returning her attention. “Well then,” she added, “since it seems the world has brought us together twice now, it seems only fitting that we take the time to enjoy a drink together, right?” It didn’t have to be alcohol to count and it wouldn’t be. That wasn’t the important part. <br/>
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She didn’t know it at the time, but she would still be enjoying drinks with William Baxter, in Henri’s coffee shop, two years later. In fact, Henri claimed they were his most frequent customers and no one argued with him… ever. <br/>
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“William and Miss Adelaide!” the shop keeper greeted them with a big smile as the couple walked in. The year was 1910 now and they walked in hand in hand, Adelaide gave William’s a gentle squeeze as she prepared for what was coming next. They knew what Henri would say because he always said it. “It’s good to see you two again. I don’t think a day’s gone by that I haven’t seen you, though. I suppose that makes me a good matchmaker, right?” There was a chuckle in his voice because it was something they’d been stuck hearing for quite a while now. <br/>
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“Sure, sure,” Adelaide replied to him with a chuckle in her own tone. “Is the French Toast good this morning, Henri? And a hot chocolate?” It was morning this time around. They came at different times of the day just to keep things interesting.</span>