William
He walked right into the restaurant, not bothering to stop and wait for the attendant to take note as he continued inwards, knowing his goal as he turned towards the only door without a handle in the entire restaurant, guessing it was the same as most restaurants he had been in before.
<You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?> With or without your aid. A sigh echoed around in his mind, shortly before his mental companion caved <I’ll get the bottle. You really shouldn’t have blown… Him? Her? off though.> I made all of the- The silent debate stalled as his right hand moved forward, pushing against the door as it gave way.
At once, the two minds set about their separate tasks, scanning the room. Each one finding and noting the different locations of their respective items. His left hand moved up as William cast a minor wind spell, splashing a small amount of grease out of one of the pans to cause a small grease fire for distraction. His right, moved over, lifting a bottle off the table to test how much it had left. Judging that it would likely be tossed out, his hand stayed around the bottle as he continued forward. His left reached out, scooping up a pile of pepper stems. Soon after, he dropped them atop a cling wrapped bowl before plucking each of the corners to free the wrapping. With a flick of his wrist, the pepper stems were wrapped and headed for his pocket. His right hand now poured the last bit into a glass. William shoved the slender bottle into his right pocket before reaching back to pick up the glass. With that, he moved his right hand back to his body, sheltering the glass from view for the time being. On his way out, as the last “insignificant” items he took, he plucked a cork off of one of the counters before making his way out of the door and into the alley.
- proper comments, whoever it is should have no reason to be upset. <You really don’t get others, do you?> If that is what you think..
With that, he fixed his shirt, attempting to hide the bottle and rejoined the two he had left approximately 2 minutes prior, holding the glass forward to the unknown one in front of him. “My apologies for my friend you met earlier. I’m William. Might I offer you a glass of wine?” A few things seemed different about the person who left and had now rejoined. Of note, he was actually smiling, his eyes had gained a twinkle about them. As for his posture, he was relaxed, open, and seemed different from when he had left.