Complaints, Commonalities and Coffee
WHO: Ludwig and Elizaveta
WHEN: Jan 6th (Thurday, around three in the afternoon)
WHERE: Baroque Street, at a local cafe
WHAT: Two people who have known each other forever, sit down to talk for the first time.
After Elizaveta had contacted him online and asked if he wanted to meet for coffee, Ludwig had found himself looking forward to this afternoon more than he expected. And this was why he found himself outside the cafe several minutes earlier than he expected Elizaveta to be there, as it was, he checked his watch, still 2:47, and they had agreed on three o'clock.
It was strange. He had known Elizaveta for a very long time, but he couldn't ever remember holding an extended conversation with her. But with as much work as he had been doing in the last couple months, he was looking forward to the distraction. She wasn't a complete stranger to him, but she was someone refreshingly unknown to talk to. Provided... well. He was still looking forward to it.
Making his way inside anyway, Ludwig carefully made his way through the tangle of people and chairs, choosing a small table near the window. He draped his jacket across the back of his chair and settled down to wait patiently for Elizaveta.
WHEN: Jan 6th (Thurday, around three in the afternoon)
WHERE: Baroque Street, at a local cafe
WHAT: Two people who have known each other forever, sit down to talk for the first time.
After Elizaveta had contacted him online and asked if he wanted to meet for coffee, Ludwig had found himself looking forward to this afternoon more than he expected. And this was why he found himself outside the cafe several minutes earlier than he expected Elizaveta to be there, as it was, he checked his watch, still 2:47, and they had agreed on three o'clock.
It was strange. He had known Elizaveta for a very long time, but he couldn't ever remember holding an extended conversation with her. But with as much work as he had been doing in the last couple months, he was looking forward to the distraction. She wasn't a complete stranger to him, but she was someone refreshingly unknown to talk to. Provided... well. He was still looking forward to it.
Making his way inside anyway, Ludwig carefully made his way through the tangle of people and chairs, choosing a small table near the window. He draped his jacket across the back of his chair and settled down to wait patiently for Elizaveta.