Raivis Galante Vs. The World: Round One
WHO: Raivis and Rory
WHAT: An evening tea gone awry in Raivis's precious little life.
WHEN: July 26th, Night
WHERE: The Centralia complex, Room 403
10:28.
Tea kettle whistling, teacups placed carefully on the doilies set out on the dining room table, Raivis bustled around his kitchen with the remnants of his work day still clinging to his body and the soft strains of Berlioz winding through the apartment as he tried to establish some semblance of order. Two minutes left and he was still picking leaves out of his hair, flushing red at the thought of the Vargas's gardener and how the old man doled out death penalties to anyone who so much as stepped a millimeter on 'his lawn'. It hadn't been intentional, but an upturned rake then a misstep later Raivis had been intimately re-acquainted with the bushes and Mister George Romerez had chased him down to the front gates all the way off the property.
He'd kept running when he'd checked his watch to see its little black digits read: Late. If there had been anything concrete he had taken from the brief 'chat' with Peter's.... 'sister'? It had been thus:
Tardiness, like Mister Romerez's lawn policy, was punishable by death.
10:30 and Raivis poured tea with trembling hands as he waited for the knell to sound.
WHAT: An evening tea gone awry in Raivis's precious little life.
WHEN: July 26th, Night
WHERE: The Centralia complex, Room 403
10:28.
Tea kettle whistling, teacups placed carefully on the doilies set out on the dining room table, Raivis bustled around his kitchen with the remnants of his work day still clinging to his body and the soft strains of Berlioz winding through the apartment as he tried to establish some semblance of order. Two minutes left and he was still picking leaves out of his hair, flushing red at the thought of the Vargas's gardener and how the old man doled out death penalties to anyone who so much as stepped a millimeter on 'his lawn'. It hadn't been intentional, but an upturned rake then a misstep later Raivis had been intimately re-acquainted with the bushes and Mister George Romerez had chased him down to the front gates all the way off the property.
He'd kept running when he'd checked his watch to see its little black digits read: Late. If there had been anything concrete he had taken from the brief 'chat' with Peter's.... 'sister'? It had been thus:
Tardiness, like Mister Romerez's lawn policy, was punishable by death.
10:30 and Raivis poured tea with trembling hands as he waited for the knell to sound.