themuseswithin app prompt: black
He had on a black jacket. Worn in and--was that leather? She hadn't seen real, honest-to-god leather since she'd slipped into Sal's primary school field trip to the Greater London Museum of Time and Culture. They had some prime leather on display, almost as beat up as his jacket, except they were trousers.
It was also about a size too big for him. She could tell; it hung on him awkwardly, and the sleeves were pulled back just enough so that they didn't interfere with his hands. Poor bloke looked right awful, hair barely out of his face, very tired. Had to be living rough. But something about him wasn't quite right. The clothes made it more than anything, but really, they were usually a hell of a lot dirtier. It made her life a bit of a mess when they left, but he wasn't like that. Maybe it was just her.
She brought out his order and decided to try talking to him. It wasn't something people liked to talk about except in contempt, old Brothor Cilias' place and "job". She glanced back once at the counter. Rayden was busy in the back. So she continued.
It was the strangest thing. He sounded completely rich and educated. Better than some of the professors she'd had, even. Better than all of them. Like he ought to have been teaching at the University. And yet...there was the black jacket. And other things, little things, some saying one thing, others saying another.
He gave her all the cash he had on him (what she assumed, anyway) before he left. It wasn't enough to assume he was up-town cut, but more than he needed to pay. She called out to him, but he mentioned something about coming back for change later, and out the door he went, jacket and all.
One thing about working in a place like that, she always seemed to get the odd ones.
It was also about a size too big for him. She could tell; it hung on him awkwardly, and the sleeves were pulled back just enough so that they didn't interfere with his hands. Poor bloke looked right awful, hair barely out of his face, very tired. Had to be living rough. But something about him wasn't quite right. The clothes made it more than anything, but really, they were usually a hell of a lot dirtier. It made her life a bit of a mess when they left, but he wasn't like that. Maybe it was just her.
She brought out his order and decided to try talking to him. It wasn't something people liked to talk about except in contempt, old Brothor Cilias' place and "job". She glanced back once at the counter. Rayden was busy in the back. So she continued.
It was the strangest thing. He sounded completely rich and educated. Better than some of the professors she'd had, even. Better than all of them. Like he ought to have been teaching at the University. And yet...there was the black jacket. And other things, little things, some saying one thing, others saying another.
He gave her all the cash he had on him (what she assumed, anyway) before he left. It wasn't enough to assume he was up-town cut, but more than he needed to pay. She called out to him, but he mentioned something about coming back for change later, and out the door he went, jacket and all.
One thing about working in a place like that, she always seemed to get the odd ones.