City of Dreams

[sapphicfragment]

 I seem to have stumbled upon something peculiar. A young man had gone missing recently. In a population of thousands, I wondered what is it about this youth that had so many figures riddled with unease. Even the lovely Miss Kim had expressed concern over his whereabouts and Nefretari's son assisted in the searching. Who could inspire such a

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[waitforsuperman]

Are... You talking about me?

[sapphicfragment]

Are you Mister Alfred F. Jones?

[waitforsuperman]

I-I am! Just call me Alfred though.

[sapphicfragment]

Then indeed, it is you to whom I refer 'Alfred'. Though you needn't pay any heed to such inane musings. Just a product of loneliness I fear.

[waitforsuperman]

Loneliness? Well that doesn't sound good... Listen, I'm suppose to relax and take it easy, maybe we can go for coffee? I like the way you write, it's cool!

[sapphicfragment]

If anything, perhaps a meeting could shed light upon this mystery...

Tea soothes my restless spirit. But your offer is a kind one, mayhap I shall take in good faith. I wish you well until then.

[waitforsuperman]

Was... That a yes? I don't mind tea as long as it's not, like, English...

[sapphicfragment]

It was in fact a 'yes'. As for the tea, there is more than simply English. There is Oolong, Peking, Green- a world of variety which rivals or even exceeds that of the coffee bean.

[waitforsuperman]

Awesome, we'll I'll text you or something and we'll set up some dates! And you seem pretty up on this tea deal... I trust you to get us something nice ;D

[sapphicfragment]

With your temperament...A black Ceylon. I shall be waiting for this 'text', Mister Jones. Do have a pleasant evening.