June 21 - For Roger
Patrick had his coat tossed over one shoulder, walking up to the small group of huts where the odd, but oddly charming little bearded man had told him to go. Now, let's see, look for the rather good looking but scruffy looking gentleman. More than likely, strumming on a guitar.
He probably made an odder picture himself - a handsome looking man in a grey vest and slacks, over the dark blue shirt. He closed his eyes, listening for the strains of guitar, and arched his eyebrows. No petty-ante player was Roger Davies.
After the day he was having, he enjoyed the soothing sounds of guitar, as he approached the hut, and the young man strumming away there. "You know, you're better than advertised," was his greeting, along with a grin, "Classically trained, or no?"
He probably made an odder picture himself - a handsome looking man in a grey vest and slacks, over the dark blue shirt. He closed his eyes, listening for the strains of guitar, and arched his eyebrows. No petty-ante player was Roger Davies.
After the day he was having, he enjoyed the soothing sounds of guitar, as he approached the hut, and the young man strumming away there. "You know, you're better than advertised," was his greeting, along with a grin, "Classically trained, or no?"