Waylaid; [OTA! nudge Jean]
Manuel was a little surprised when Allison told him that some of the others were throwing them a little get-together by means of congratulations on their wedding. He hadn't figured that many people knew about it. He hadn't told a soul, but then, in some twist of irony, Allison had always been the more social of the two of them.
He'd given her a kiss and dressed slowly, his mind stuck playing the events of the previous night over and over again, putting together the pieces of the puzzle before them. He had cleaned up all of the paperwork off of the floor, though he had tucked the note away on his bedstand. As he tugged on his coat, he looked at it, considering it, and he grimaced. Picking it up gingerly, he slid it into his pocket and made his way out of his room.
Walking down the halls, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his package of cigarettes. The door was opened and he was out in the brisk Russian air, a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in one hand. Cupping his hand over the flame, he lit the smoke and leaned against a wall, away from the wind. He'd be going to the little shindig of course, but he needed to relax a little first.
He'd given her a kiss and dressed slowly, his mind stuck playing the events of the previous night over and over again, putting together the pieces of the puzzle before them. He had cleaned up all of the paperwork off of the floor, though he had tucked the note away on his bedstand. As he tugged on his coat, he looked at it, considering it, and he grimaced. Picking it up gingerly, he slid it into his pocket and made his way out of his room.
Walking down the halls, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his package of cigarettes. The door was opened and he was out in the brisk Russian air, a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in one hand. Cupping his hand over the flame, he lit the smoke and leaned against a wall, away from the wind. He'd be going to the little shindig of course, but he needed to relax a little first.