Lawyers and Love (2)
An unplanned second part...
This one is for Susan (Sylc) who asked what the pair get up to on their lunch-break! She's a fabulous writer, and you should certainly check her out!
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In a small Italian restaurant, a man wraps his fingers softly around a glass of fruity French wine before raising it to his lips, a distant expression gracing his delicately formed features.
He smiles at a European waiter, he’s obviously been here before. He smiles to himself, to the world, his eyes coming into focus and resting on the stained glass door of the restaurant.
Twisting into a more comfortable position, he rests a single finger upon his chin in thought. However, not much longer after he drifts into thought about who knows what and where or when, a blonde walks through the door.
The blonde lowers the umbrella which is dripping gentle drops compared with the raging falls of water behind him. The same tanned, jet-haired waiter takes it from him with an impish grin and sets it off to dry out.
Smiling, the blonde man pushes the hair which has fallen over his glasses. He doesn’t normally wear glasses, you can tell from the position, but he is today.
He smiles, he grins, he flashes pearly-white teeth -- he knows exactly where he is going, and has no hesitation in making his way across the dimly-lit eatery, sliding into a table in front of the brunette.
He makes excuses and gives his reasons - his partners at the law-firm have kept him, a meeting with no point that seemed vitally important, in his opinion.
The brunette smiles, and nods his understanding, remarking on the blonde’s glasses.
Alex, the blonde, smiles. He blushes the faintest touch of pink and breaks into a grin. He nudges Theodore, the brunette, under the table with his foot.
Theodore smiles as bowls of pasta and herb-stuffed bread are brought to the table by the smiling staff.
They eat slowly, discussing the events of the day and planning for the night at home… alone.
And then, they pick up their jackets and request their umbrella’s as they pay the bill and step into the rain. With a simple smile and a feather-light kiss, they’re once again just strangers on the street.
This one is for Susan (Sylc) who asked what the pair get up to on their lunch-break! She's a fabulous writer, and you should certainly check her out!
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In a small Italian restaurant, a man wraps his fingers softly around a glass of fruity French wine before raising it to his lips, a distant expression gracing his delicately formed features.
He smiles at a European waiter, he’s obviously been here before. He smiles to himself, to the world, his eyes coming into focus and resting on the stained glass door of the restaurant.
Twisting into a more comfortable position, he rests a single finger upon his chin in thought. However, not much longer after he drifts into thought about who knows what and where or when, a blonde walks through the door.
The blonde lowers the umbrella which is dripping gentle drops compared with the raging falls of water behind him. The same tanned, jet-haired waiter takes it from him with an impish grin and sets it off to dry out.
Smiling, the blonde man pushes the hair which has fallen over his glasses. He doesn’t normally wear glasses, you can tell from the position, but he is today.
He smiles, he grins, he flashes pearly-white teeth -- he knows exactly where he is going, and has no hesitation in making his way across the dimly-lit eatery, sliding into a table in front of the brunette.
He makes excuses and gives his reasons - his partners at the law-firm have kept him, a meeting with no point that seemed vitally important, in his opinion.
The brunette smiles, and nods his understanding, remarking on the blonde’s glasses.
Alex, the blonde, smiles. He blushes the faintest touch of pink and breaks into a grin. He nudges Theodore, the brunette, under the table with his foot.
Theodore smiles as bowls of pasta and herb-stuffed bread are brought to the table by the smiling staff.
They eat slowly, discussing the events of the day and planning for the night at home… alone.
And then, they pick up their jackets and request their umbrella’s as they pay the bill and step into the rain. With a simple smile and a feather-light kiss, they’re once again just strangers on the street.