Well, I'll Be.... (Charlotte, Open)

[naomi]

It was night time and KTLA was doing a repeat of the footage they were showing earlier on the Oceanic Deaths:

Good Evening, this is KTLA, your first and only source for breaking news in Los Angeles. Athe famous Roosevelt Hotel in Downtown Los Angeles, the bodies of James Ford, aged 37, and the infant body of Aaron Littleton were found in room 412, victims of an apparent robbery. James Ford and Aaron Littleton were both survivors of the Oceanic Flight 815 crash, and were living for an extended period of time at the Roosevelt along with the other surviors.

Miles stared at the screen through the glass windows that surrounded the area. He had arranged to meet up with Charlotte at one of the coffee shops but the images in front of him kept haunting him. Sure, Ford was no great loss to society, but he'd just seen that kid the other day and Claire really didn't deserve this.

He shook his head once to clear it and walked towards the small coffee shop they'd arranged to meet at, taking a seat at one of the tables outside for two. He thought about his phone, did it even matter right now bugging Charlotte for a new one? Or was it more pressing getting the 815ers back to the island before anything else the island couldn't prevent happened? He sighed, playing with the sugar dispenser as he thought about it. The whole thing was a shame. Maybe he should have seen Linus earlier.

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte yawned tiredly, running a hand through her red curls as she stepped out of the taxi, quickly tossing a few bills to pay for the fare at the driver. She folded her arms over her chest and quickly checked the name of the coffee shop to make sure she had gotten the place right - where she was meeting Miles.

She pushed open the glass door and strode to the counter, ordering a simple cup of black coffee before scanning the tables, spotting Miles alone. He seemed irratated about something, but that was nothing new. The man always seemed irratated, even more so since she had broken his cell phone.

"Something -" She began, but was cut off by another yawn. "- up, Ghostbuster?" She continued with her questioned, sitting down across from him, the cup of coffee between her hands. She glanced over at the television and rolled her eyes - they were still playing the story she had seen earlier that morning.

[naomi]

Miles pointed at the television. "Yeah, that enough proof that we need to get back to the island?" He said, leaning back in his chair. He wasn't saying it smugly, he just wanted to get back to the island and get the whole thing over with.

"Looks like you need a coffee" he told her, but hesitated getting up and ordering one. Technically she should be the one buying the coffees since she broke his phone. "You already ordered?"

He rubbed his eyes. "Must be justice right?" He added wearily, trying to act like a smart-ass, referring to the last time that they'd seen James Ford, but considering how grave that matter was, knew it wasn't working too well.

[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte rolled her eyes. Of course, the first words out of his damned mouth would be about the island. She took a sip of the steaming coffee. "Miles - that's not near enough a good reason for us to go back. And can't we have a normal conversation without bringing that place up? Just once?"

She smirked lightly. "No Miles - this steaming hot cup in my hands is full of soda." She replied sarcastically. "Yes, I ordered. I need caffeine, and they were out back at the hotel."

Charlotte shrugged again.

"Not really - I mean, it wasn't only Ford that's dead, Miles." She stated. "A little baby is dead - that's a bit wrong if you ask me. And even if I did hate him that much, I never really wished for him to die or anything."