Seems the "urgent" meeting with his consort wasn't so important after all, turning out to be something trivial and pointless. Right when he'd found out just what the man needed, he left, not even saying a word as he walked out the door, and ignoring his desperate pleas that followed him. The words simply bounced off of him, falling on proverbial deaf ears, left to no one else. Sighing and muttering a line of curse words under his breath, he quickly leaves the place behind. All he'd planned on that day was to see the guy, but now that it had ended so quickly, he had nothing left to do. Usually, he had at least two or three things booked, but it was a rarity, and now...well, he saw no point in staying out. He might as well just end the day and go back home.<br/><br/>Reaching up he runs his fingers through his hair, turning a corner onto the main street, stepping to the side to keep from bumping into someone passing him by. Taking a deep breath, he turns the way he needed to go in which his home was located, keeping his eyes set straight ahead and ignoring any looks directed toward him, or any murmurs he knew were about him. It wasn't as if he cared what others thought about him, why should they? Their trivial thoughts were of no matter to him, he couldn't care less whether they loved him, hated him, or otherwise.<br/><br/>After a short while he passes by the hospital, turning his head slightly to look in its direction. The guy who had run into him must be there by now, or else he'd left at this point. Not that it mattered, there was probably no way in hell he'd cross paths again with him. And even if they did, Samael gave no promise the other would be so lucky the next time. In fact, he secretly wished they meet again, maybe in a dark alley at night, or somewhere deserted, with no other people around to see him string the guy up like a fish on a line. But until that happened, if fate was kind to him, he needed not think of the other male ever again.<br/><br/>Continuing on his way, he decided to stop by a coffee shop on the way home, getting himself something to drink. It had been some time since he'd treated himself as such, and thought he deserved it, after going out of his way for nothing. Waiting in line, he glances up at the clock, the hands reading that it was almost six o'clock. Not the best time to be getting coffee, but then again it didn't effect him the same way that it did with humans. He shifts back and forth on his heels as he stood waiting for his order, and glances out the large window at the front of the small shop.