The call to Gabriel had been made some days earlier, date and time determined, and so sat Edward.
Fifteen minutes early, resting in his cooling car, he wondered what he even wanted for the meeting. His thoughts travelled a now well-worn groove: the cop-out was to say it wasn't about what he wanted, it was what the Prince wanted, but the pose of passivity wasn't one he was good at holding -- history proved that. Far more sincere to enter with a goal. But what did he want? To be done with it, obviously, but there were many ways to be done with it. Surely one was to be preferred?
Ten minutes until the meeting, Edward steps out of his car, rebuttoning his suit jacket, gold cuff links flashing in the streetlight. It didn't help he was unsure what the Prince wanted, and it wasn't like he could ask probing questions. Nothing for it, but to be forthcoming.
And, with five minutes to spare, Edward took a seat in Elysium. Waiting for Gabriel to fetch him.
Alessandra