As I went down to the river
Who: Alfred and Attie
When: October 6th
Where: Bourbon Street - a cafe
What: A motherly figure provides some insight for the young American and will potentially make him smell nice
There was a slight problem that hadn't occurred to Alfred until he asked for a table for two near the window. He didn't even know what Atthis looked like and there were so many possibilities that was he sat down, a full half-an-hour early, he rather lost himself in his thoughts and imagination, thinking about her idly. Friendly figure... She sounded pretty. Halle Berry-ish? But she sounded softer than her... The waitress brought him a small black tea and a few cookies that he nibbled on while waiting for her.
Rain slowly ran down the window of the cafe, blurring the hurrying people on the street, making them unrecognisable... Just figures of people. No one he knew or would know him. He suddenly felt very alone and his previously rolled up sleeves quickly came down to his wrists, covering the bandages still spiralling up his arms even though the pain had long left him.
He hunched his shoulders, taking off his glasses, placing them on the table, allowing the world to smear even more before turning black as he closed his eyes, heaving a large sigh, shaking a little as he rubbed his face like a weary traveller. For a moment, there was the brief possibility of leaving, of never seeing this girl and hiding in his room but he heard the quietest and gentlest of footsteps walking towards him and he looked back, then up at the woman.
"Atthis..."
When: October 6th
Where: Bourbon Street - a cafe
What: A motherly figure provides some insight for the young American and will potentially make him smell nice
There was a slight problem that hadn't occurred to Alfred until he asked for a table for two near the window. He didn't even know what Atthis looked like and there were so many possibilities that was he sat down, a full half-an-hour early, he rather lost himself in his thoughts and imagination, thinking about her idly. Friendly figure... She sounded pretty. Halle Berry-ish? But she sounded softer than her... The waitress brought him a small black tea and a few cookies that he nibbled on while waiting for her.
Rain slowly ran down the window of the cafe, blurring the hurrying people on the street, making them unrecognisable... Just figures of people. No one he knew or would know him. He suddenly felt very alone and his previously rolled up sleeves quickly came down to his wrists, covering the bandages still spiralling up his arms even though the pain had long left him.
He hunched his shoulders, taking off his glasses, placing them on the table, allowing the world to smear even more before turning black as he closed his eyes, heaving a large sigh, shaking a little as he rubbed his face like a weary traveller. For a moment, there was the brief possibility of leaving, of never seeing this girl and hiding in his room but he heard the quietest and gentlest of footsteps walking towards him and he looked back, then up at the woman.
"Atthis..."