Anger is Cool; Come to the Dark Side.

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When Storm arrived, she would find Erik sitting at one of the outdoor tables, his back to the wall so he had a view of the street. A sunny afternoon made the sunglasses and fedora not seem suspicious to the average passerby, but he did also have the good sense not to advertise his face in public.

He looked up when she approached, gestured to the chair across from him, giving it just enough of a nudge with his power to push it out for her slightly.

"I was certain you'd change your mind."