Missed Me?
WHO: Francis and Ivan
WHEN: Friday Night, the 18th of March
WHERE: Francis and Gilbert's Apartment
WHAT: Francis is taking advantage of a new kitten to invite over human company.
Ivan sank back against the back of the leather taxi seat, chin against his fist, and eyes skipping over the streetlights that danced over the windowsill. Once lively window shops had gone black, restaurant lights had dimmed, flats turned to high heels, suits to collared shirts. Ivan still wore the same outfit from work, the same neutral expression in his eyes and plastered smiles as if the people skipping the sidewalks could see in the taxi and return them.
The city lights turned to streetlights and car activity thinned; Ivan passed the man in the front seat a few bills before he exited the cab. He waited until the taxi was out of his sight before he followed the sidewalk up to the building complex, smiled at the man also waiting for the elevator.
"Which floor?"
"Four please."
The man nodded and illuminated the corresponding button. The elevator gave a jerk beneath Ivan's feet and hauled them two stories up until the man exited without so much as an acknowledgment of goodbye or good-evening - not that Ivan was terribly in the mood to return it. He was quite tired of entertaining this game of pretend. At the very least he did not have to pretend around Francis. When the elevator doors opened and he was greeted with a small hallway framed by two well-kept plants and wooden double doors, Ivan stepped forward and rapped his knuckles gently against the wood.
WHEN: Friday Night, the 18th of March
WHERE: Francis and Gilbert's Apartment
WHAT: Francis is taking advantage of a new kitten to invite over human company.
Ivan sank back against the back of the leather taxi seat, chin against his fist, and eyes skipping over the streetlights that danced over the windowsill. Once lively window shops had gone black, restaurant lights had dimmed, flats turned to high heels, suits to collared shirts. Ivan still wore the same outfit from work, the same neutral expression in his eyes and plastered smiles as if the people skipping the sidewalks could see in the taxi and return them.
The city lights turned to streetlights and car activity thinned; Ivan passed the man in the front seat a few bills before he exited the cab. He waited until the taxi was out of his sight before he followed the sidewalk up to the building complex, smiled at the man also waiting for the elevator.
"Which floor?"
"Four please."
The man nodded and illuminated the corresponding button. The elevator gave a jerk beneath Ivan's feet and hauled them two stories up until the man exited without so much as an acknowledgment of goodbye or good-evening - not that Ivan was terribly in the mood to return it. He was quite tired of entertaining this game of pretend. At the very least he did not have to pretend around Francis. When the elevator doors opened and he was greeted with a small hallway framed by two well-kept plants and wooden double doors, Ivan stepped forward and rapped his knuckles gently against the wood.