Espresso for one

Aron sat at a fancy café, slightly surprised. He had found out a bit about the local Evenhet elder, but not nearly as much as he wished. The little he had was from humans, which usually were rather inaccurate sources when it came to vampires. The web, a place he rather loved as a source for information because it gave so many different angles had proved rather useless. Some mails sent to connections in europe had given him a few more pieces o the puzzle, but not nearly enough.

"Some people might see this as obsessive behavior love..."

Aron sighed. "I know...I merely hate being ill informed. She's an elder and probably knows how many pieces of toiletpaper I used, last time I went to the mens room"

"You cannot afford to waste this much time and efford on a single vampire, even an elder. She will contact you if she thinks you worthy of her time, if not then you have done yours to contact her and you're free to do as you please until you hear otherwise"

Aron knew she was right, he did have other thinks he should worry about. He had abondoned the idea of hacking the tower computer anyway, a few probes had proved the security somewhat tighter than he liked, at least for now. The waiter brought his double espresso, there were few places in america that could provide a decent cup of tea, and he doubted that one of them was in Nachton. Without touching the sugar or milk that had been provided, he took some plans from his briefcase. Buildings he intended to put somewhere in the industrial district. He would need someone to redesign them though. The last architect thought that large grey concrete dices were gods blessing to man kind. Aron was looking for something a bit more...gothic.