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WHO: Hunter Zolomon & Caitlin Snow.
WHERE: Cheese Steak place in Philadelphia.
WHEN: Today, 23rd October.
WHAT: Date time.
WARNINGS: N/A

10.23
If you want to meet up for lunch, I'm free. I'll be at the park at 2pm, on a bench. We can figure out where to go from there.

[ Hunter doesn't know if Caitlin will show up or not. Things are pretty much a bit up in the air when it comes to the pair of them. Then again it didn't help with others around like Cisco and Harrison throwing in their two cents where they weren't wanted. There's been no sign of the others for a while now and the long game still needed to be played. No murders, no trouble, Hunter has been on his best behavior for some time, long enough that should he even act out there would be people wondering if it was even the same person doing such heinous things. All in all, it was the perfect set up.

It doesn't take long to make sure everything in the shoe store is sorted, leaving a time remnant in his place for the last hour or so as he makes his way to the park. Hunter knows he can trust his time remnants, otherwise who else is he meant to trust in this place? Caitlin could be trusted but only with certain things, and it would defeat the purpose if she had to watch the store. There's still the worry about the fact she's even from further ahead in the time line, that she knows more things that have been going on than he does. It was something that would require delicate attention, if anything and that going all out on getting that information would only end in more arguments.

Hunter knows he's lucky that Caitlin is still talking to him right now. It's easy enough to separate his murderous persona from his sociable one for now as he sits on the park bench, watching the world go by in the cool fall weather with nothing more than a small, friendly smile.]

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[ Caitlin's changed her mind a thousand times since she'd gotten his message. This is far from the first time they've met here, though the times have been somewhat sporadic. Part of that has to do with her friends and her own indecision. Cisco had pointed out some things that she hadn't been ready to face, ready to admit. But it's been months since she saw him and almost months since they'd gotten his message and taken what he'd given them.

But no matter what, there's still that part of her that loves Hunter. That's in love with him, despite every reason she knows she shouldn't be. Every reason that she knows she shouldn't still see him. She thinks about it still; it lives in the back of her mind, an insistent voice that speaks up every time she thinks being happy with him.

Needless to say, she isn't heeding that voice as she makes her way through the park. It isn't hard to find the benches — they're where she found that alternate version of him a while back. She smiles as she gets closer, calling out. ] No Hesse? I'm disappointed.

[ Just as the sneaking suspicion that Caitlin isn't going to show starts to sink it's claws in, Caitlin appears nearby and Hunter is already getting to his feet when she makes her quip. Ah yes, that time had been a strange time even for this place. Hunter would still count his lucky stars that he wasn't that guy. He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck as he resists the urge to offer his hand to hold Caitlin's with. That would be too fast.]

Hesse is way above my paygrade, I think I tried the first ten pages and gave up. [ Hunter pauses, giving a small smile. Caitlin looked good regardless of how the government was treating everybody, and that in itself is lucky for them.] I'll be honest, I wasn't sure you'd show up.

I don't blame you. Hesse is a trip to deal with. [ It had been disconcerting enough, seeing him without that light of recognition in his eyes. She hadn't expected that sharp sinking feeling to hit her, or for it to hit her that hard. Caitlin had just started to bounce back from having her world turned upside down when she'd been injured.

It feels good to be out. And to be out with him. ]

I wasn't so sure either. [ Her lips quirk nervously, her hand tightening around her purse strap. ] But I figured I owed it to you — [ She closes her eyes and shakes her head. ] I owed it to myself to try.