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It took me a while, but at last I've updated. Yesterday was simply--nice. Richard came to the bookstore before it closed, waiting for me to finish everything up. He was surprised to see me somberly dressed for work, I could see that. But he doesn't know that this is the way I did go to work, everyday. He's so used to seeing me as a goth that he probably thought I went to sleep in fishnets...that's a horrid thought. For one thing, it isn't comfortable. For another, I don't like having my fishnets rumpled.
He took me to an Italian restaurant and we had a quiet dinner in a corner. He's a regular in this place, I can see the people knew what to bring him already. They also were used to seeing him dining with friends, they didn't spare me a second glance. But the customers were looking at me like I was a specimen under the microscope. I must be new to them, or they disapprove of me in some way. Do they know me? They do not, and yet each glance they bestow on me hints of their disgust for me. Richard tried to distract me, but I could feel their eyes...I couldn't concentrate on anything. He gave up and went on eating, and now I felt guilty. He was the one who invited me, and I should at least make the effort to give him some decent conversation...I smiled and asked him if he ever read philosophy, a topic I've been good at since Grantaire became my friend.
He grinned and we started talking. He's got some good ideas on the state, which people usually disregard for the more idealistic idea of the soul. We spent an hour over coffee, and realized we should get going, it was nearly eleven. But I was enjoyin watching him talk, he's relaxed in my presence again. He walked me home, something I didn't expect him to do, and said good night at the door. Polite as always, Richard. I wish you'd simply ask me to let you into the flat, and then I'll let you. Please...
He took me to an Italian restaurant and we had a quiet dinner in a corner. He's a regular in this place, I can see the people knew what to bring him already. They also were used to seeing him dining with friends, they didn't spare me a second glance. But the customers were looking at me like I was a specimen under the microscope. I must be new to them, or they disapprove of me in some way. Do they know me? They do not, and yet each glance they bestow on me hints of their disgust for me. Richard tried to distract me, but I could feel their eyes...I couldn't concentrate on anything. He gave up and went on eating, and now I felt guilty. He was the one who invited me, and I should at least make the effort to give him some decent conversation...I smiled and asked him if he ever read philosophy, a topic I've been good at since Grantaire became my friend.
He grinned and we started talking. He's got some good ideas on the state, which people usually disregard for the more idealistic idea of the soul. We spent an hour over coffee, and realized we should get going, it was nearly eleven. But I was enjoyin watching him talk, he's relaxed in my presence again. He walked me home, something I didn't expect him to do, and said good night at the door. Polite as always, Richard. I wish you'd simply ask me to let you into the flat, and then I'll let you. Please...