A phone call to Nate

[Luca Staropoli]

A frown emerged on Luca's face, the straw he was sucking Coke through making obnoxious sounds as it gathered what few droplets were left in the cup. It was his lunch break, and the healer had decided to get one of those bacon cheeseburgers from Burgerking. The food itself was great, but the price served to remind him why he didn't get fast food very often. Once that business out of the way, Luca fished his LG Rumor Touch and Nate's business card out of his pockets. He really did feel bad about setting Nate off last night, and he figured that after letting him cool off for the night, now would be a decent time to apologize. That, and they still needed to finalize plans for their fishing trip.

So Luca punched the wolfs number into his phone, and waited. Once he heard the Israeli on the other line, Luca began to speak, clearing his throat before hand. "Hey, Nate? It's Luca." He gave Nate a second, then continued. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. It really wasn't any of my business to begin with, and I shouldn't have pushed it like that. I figured that letting you cool off was a pretty good idea."

After giving Nate a chance to respond, he went on to the next order of business. "So, the trip we're trying to plan. I can head out as early as tomorrow, or during this next week. Next weekend, I'll probably be out of town, and I know the weekend after that's the full moon. So it sounds like if we don't do it within the week, we'll have to wait for a little while. Maybe about three weeks, if my math's right. Either one's fine with me."

With that, Luca let himself lean back in his booth, waiting for what Nate had to say.

[Nathaniel Roshan]

Nathaniel had woken up in a sweat, and looked at the alarm clock in his hotel room. 4 AM again. Bombs going off outside, but Nate got out of the bed completely bare ass naked, to look out the window. No bombs, no destruction.

He crawled back to bed, this time with no bad dreams of the West Bank of Israel, when he was a soldier with the Israeli Defense Forces. Nathaniel slept like the dead until his Motorola Cliq started chiming. A call? Bleary-eyed, he had completely forgotten that it was plugged into the charger.

He pulled the whole thing, cord and all out of the wall, with a muttered, "Fuck." The person at the other end had to be a customer from one of his shops, or it was Luca since he was the only one recently that Nate had given his number to.

"You have reached Nathaniel. Who is calling?" he asked anyway, because one never knew who was on the other end of the receiver. A sigh of relief was heard next, as Nate dragged the sheets over his golden tanned form. "Luca. Um..I would like to apologize too. I'm sorry for getting angry last evening."

Apologies said on both ends, the topic of discussion was the camping/ fishing trip. "Tomorrow is fine. I just need to go shopping for a few things." A few, more like a lot. He'd been too mopey to buy clothing for instance. But his mood brightened as he spoke to Luca. "We can go tomorrow. I'll be ready. I don't have my motorcyle, so can you pick me up? I am at the Marriott Waterside Seattle. I'll be ready to go, early."

After the conversation ended on a light note, Nathaniel pressed call end, and headed for the shower. The weekend looked like it would be off without a hitch. Something Nathaniel looked forward to. A little R&R. He would need it before getting down to business and looking for a new shop here in Seattle.