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Author: Hutch |
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Date Posted: 02:29:50 12/19/09 Sat In reply to: Zeth 's message, "*all I can do is my best*" on 10:10:41 12/17/09 Thu  - - - - - He had arrived, late of course, for no meeting in particular. "A date with destiny." one might say. It was his destiny, his fate, as he believed it so, to be here this very moment. A café. No, no, no. The Café! Presto! Immediatamente! Adesso! There was no time to waste, not a moment to lose. The grandfather clock of life was ticking rapidly, the sands of time falling unceasingly. They were stopped for no one! No one Hutch knew of at least. Twenty seven. His life was nearing the halfway point, for he did not have high expectancies, and time was of the essence. So the stride, quickened as it was, led him through the more than welcoming doors of The Café, and to, in much less of a rush, a seat by the window draped in a kind curtain and set with a unlit but warm candle and creams and sugars. He waited, patiently despite wanting to tap a finger on the table childishly. Foolish thoughts fell to ashes as a waiter finally approached him, a small menu lain in front of him. The brunette took to it softly, reading over options in a relaxed manner, formal air about him. "Which is it to-day, morphine or cocaine?" Hutch said in a lovely tone. He did not raise his eyes from the menu to see the startled look on the waiter's face. "I beg your pardon, sir?" said the waiter incredulously. Hutch observed lightly, as he looked up, unconcerned, that the man was coincidentally British as well. "It's Sherlock Holmes, good man. Have you not read? Oh well, it is quite a long read for a man so busy as you." Hutch remarked, observing the odd-end crowd within the coffee house. A poor looking man, twiddling his thumbs in the far corner. Groups of giggling, teenagers scattered about, one boy entertaining with guitar playing that was not half bad. An exotic looking woman, raven and steel hair, relaxed next to a stunning blonde woman and a happy man, who was leather to the eyes. Smooth, mysterious, yet somewhat, seemingly trustworthy. "But mind it not. I was simply asking myself, 'coffee or tea'? For it is of the utmost importance that I choose correctly. The consequences for false moves are grave, simply grave my friend. A serious look was given to the befuddled waiter before soft green portals turned back to the menu. The waiter pondered on "grave" result of having coffee over tea or the other way around before he spoke up again. "Then You'll need a moment, sir?" he asked as steadily as he could. "No, I believe I'll take tea. Give me your best fannings of Assam...actually any Assam will do. I'm quite in the mood for an exotic breed." Hutch quietly thought it was because of the exotic girl at the table somewhere to the back right of him. It would be quite interesting to know where she came from, what with her stylized choice of colours. The waiter took the menu in silence, or if he said something Hutch had not noticed, and left the man to ponder alone. Hutch thought quietly about the the thumb twiddling man, letting his "Holmes" side take over and fidgeted unconsciously with his ring. Wedding ring? Who knew, it had the makes to be one. A simple band though an expensive titanium. The dark haired man was a hard one to figure out. Grey eyes caught light so easily and seemed to glow a soft blue in the light of the room. Curious still was his manner, though the seemingly dark sort he smiled and chuckled like no other. Then again who wouldn't in the fascinating presence of two lovely women. The blonde one was gorgeous enough, pink lips hinted with the sky struck lighting. She made for a beautiful picture. The ring on her finger made her conscious of his own. Really, Holmes, you should have been a detective, much more suited for you. he told himself, observing the ring. His eyes were lit with wonder despite his constant expression of calm contentness. - - - - - [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| *I will help in any way possible* | Ashena | 17:28:32 12/19/09 Sat |