191/Time for Lunch

Time for Lunch
Date of Scene:	28 April 2017
Location:	Upper East Side, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	142, 133

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Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Lunchtime. Upper East Side.

A grey Bentley stops at a traffic light. A blond man stepa out, looking annoyed. He's speaking French, rapid fire, the annoyance clear, as a woman steps out on the other side of the car. In a buainess suit, she is vlearly trying to talk him down but fails with good grace foe as Adrien steps onto thw sidewalk the woman steps vack into the car and it drives away.

Left alone, Adrien sighs in relief, shoves his habds into the pockets of his designer jeans, and then starts walking with the slow eyes everywhere of a new to town.

Mitchell Shelley (133) has posed:
If Adrien's eyes are everywhere, he'll see not just the good parts of the city. There, at the end of an alley closest to the street Adrien's on now, there's a bit of a scuffle going on. Well, it's not really a scuffle. It's a policeman, actually, and he's got what looks like a homeless guy by the arm. "Come on, fella," he says, shoving the homeless guy towards the street. "Move along. There's no loitering here."

The apparent homeless man has long hair, colored like straw, and is dressed in a black shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. There's a fedora on his head, and despite whatever temperature, he's got a long brown coat. And he also doesn't seem pleased by the intrusion. "A'right, a'right," the homeless fellow says, pulling his arm free from the cop's grip. "I can tell when I ain't wanted." Bit of a southern accent there. But, thus chastized, he starts to walk down the street, towards Adrien.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
This indeed draws the Parisian's green eyez, and a thin line creases between hus eyebrows in worry. He watches the altercation the best he csn without staring, his habds slip feom his pockets.

"hmm... good afternoon?" Adrien greets uncertainly as Mitchell draws near him. With threst rhat Hawk Moth is workkng in the area, Adrien hopes that he can prevent he and Ladybug's opponent from making a vicrim of this man too by trying to mitigate that feeling of not being wanted.

Mitchell Shelley (133) has posed:
The homeless fellow actually seems not to register that he's been spoken to at first. But when he looks around he notices that the young man is looking at him. Quickly he looks around, to make sure that it's him being spoken to. When he doesn't see anyone in the precise place Adrien's looking, he notes, a bit uncertainly, "O-oh. Uh. Afternoon." He offers a smile, and a tip of his hat.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
How familar is that? The sudden spike of huh what when someone unexpected speaks to you? Adrien smiles at it, thw expression warm and kindered spirit.

"Good afternoon" he repests, words accented in its renewed confidence. In his mind, he is trying to do a what would Ladybug do.

"I am sorry. I over hesrd and... would you.. like.. company? For lunch?..."

Adrien, the model, fails at the comman man's social graces. Ladybug would point and laugh.

Mitchell Shelley (133) has posed:
Here, the homeless guy blinks. He honestly seems to be puzzled, for whatever reason. In truth, he's puzzled because... well, he's homeless. Who wants to talk to a bum, right? The mention of being overheard, though, gets a wince. "Sorry 'bout that," he offers. "I guess I'm a poor representative of the city. I'm new here myself, though."

And then Adrien offers company for lunch? Blink. "Well, uh." He raises his hand to rub at the back of his head, lifting his hat a little. "Not gonna lie, my idea of 'lunch' is figuring out how to break into the dumpster of a fast-food place and nab the perfectly good food they threw away," he admits.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Adrien rries to look like he's being supportive of.. something. Honestlt, Adrien has no idea how to do this.

"No. Itxs fine. Rwally. I just thought... No one should be treated like that and..." and Mitchell epxmains his udea of lunch and Adrien uses all of his Top Model Tricks not to blanch.

"Umm... yeah.. mine is ...different?" His green eyes scan about quickly, finding an upsvale for the area lunvh place. There was faux french on the sign, so the Parisian homed in.

"There's a place. We can... we can eat there and... my treat." Big smile.

Mitchell Shelley (133) has posed:
A shrug from the homeless blond man. "It don't look good for us bums to be panhandling on the streets in broad daylight," he explains. "That was the cop being nice. He might have arrested me."

He blinks, though, when Adrien offers to treat him to lunch. He does look utterly flabbergasted, too. "...You sure?" Squinting at the sign. "This looks like a pretty high place. Besides, I dunno if they'll even let me in the door."

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Not sure a bum is or what panhandling is, Adrien just nods to the explanation. His shoulders fall slightly when Mitchell states the cop was being nice. This didnt phase the man at all. Maybe rhere was no risk of an akuma.... Well no reason not to continue being nice, right?

"Yes. I am sure. I will grt us in." Adrien says so sure od hinself in this.

Mitchell Shelley (133) has posed:
At this, the homeless man gives a half-smile. It's an honest gesture, even if it's small, it reaches his eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Pause. "Oh, right. Name's Mitch," he offers. Only right he should at least introduce himself if the guy is gonna buy him lunch, right?

They'll probably give Mitch some trouble about getting in, but if Adrien looks like he's got money (or if he shows them that he does) they won't protest too much. It'll be the first proper lunch Mitch has eaten in... actually he doesn't know...