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[afabulouskilljoy]

It's late.

Late enough that Gerard wonders if this is the best idea. Maybe he should've called a cab? He doesn't know. He knows the bus will come, and his portfolio is big - it's easier to take it on the bus at this point. He doesn't want it bent or folded or otherwise threatened in the close confines of the back seat of a cab.

He sighs and rubs his hair - fluffy and black - and looks around again. Some fog is rolling in and he feels like he could be in a video game.

"Pretty sure this is how people get murdered," he mumbles.

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[rockabillyboy]

"I mean, I could have," says Jack, grinning as he watches Gerard settle. "But I'll show you my driver's license if you want to see it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"And give me your address?" He lifts his eyebrows. "Not safe, Jack Vincent. I could be a creeper. I could be anybody."

[rockabillyboy]

"You could be, yeah. But I've got a feeling that you're not." It's pretty clear that Gerard doesn't recognise his name just from hearing it and Jack gets a weird sense of relief from that. "Are you hungry?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are your feelings always right?" Maybe now he's actually being a little creeper, but he thinks he has a point. Maybe he's a pscyhopathic mastermind. He's not, but Jack doesn't know that, right?

He shrugs. "Yeah, I could eat. Think the last thing I had was a ramen cup."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm a pretty good judge of people." He lifts an eyebrow, glancing at Gerard over the top of the menu. "You ordering for yourself or do you trust me to do it for you?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Surprise me," he answers. "I don't have any dietary restrictions or anything." Gerard will eat anything which is probably why he hasn't passed mid-studio-work yet.

[rockabillyboy]

The waitress comes over and Jack orders a platter, one that he knows he's had before and enjoyed. He also orders two pots of tea in different varieties.

"So tell me more about you, Mr Way."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Gerard lifts his eyebrow. "What do you wanna know?" he asks. Because he's not totally sure what kind of information he wants to offer up to a stranger, even if his name really is Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're from Jersey," says Jack, settling back and maybe, casually, he lets the side of his foot rest against Gerard's thigh under the low table. "What brings you to San Francisco?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Art school," he answers. "I started in New York but I was kind of wanting a new scene. So I transferred out here to see what I could see." He shrugs.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, man, me too, but I haven't seen you," says Jack, eyebrow raised. "Maybe we're just taking different courses? Hanging out with different crowds?"

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[afabulouskilljoy]

He lifts his eyebrows. "Maybe? Are you like-- what year are you in?" Gee suddenly wonders if he's seen this guy before but he can't place his face.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm a freshman," says Jack, pushing one hand back through his hair. "Mostly in Visual Arts classes, so I'm over on the east campus a lot."