Nodding in understanding she took another casual sip from her glass, savoring the taste for a few moments. “Ah, wonderful. Well, I suppose the first thing I would like to say is the drink is fantastic. You have a wonderful taste in liquor. The second, thank you for calling me up here, I was able to avoid one particular annoyance in my department. He’s good worker, but my goodness does he chat.” she shook her head half heartedly, a small chuckle escaping her.
English nodded in agreement. “I have to leave the building and get some paperwork from another one of our branches. Would you like to come along?” He asked, turning to her and raising an eyebrow. He knew who she was talking about as well… After all, he inspected all their applications when they joined.
“If you decide to join me, you will still be paid as if you remained here to work.” He added, bringing the glass to his lips and taking yet another sip.
The offer was rather interesting, and it had been a while sense she’d left the office, normally bringing food with her so she didn’t have to be interrupted unless necessary. The mention of full pay made it a sealed deal. “I would love to join you. It’s wonderful to see the other buildings. I tend to forget that we have them.” she admitted ruefully, a genuienly warm smile crossing her lips.
Slowly but surely she was becoming more comfortable with the situation. He seemed to be a rather good companion, easy to speak with and kind. It was quite pleasurable.
When aren’t you though?
Touche. Now shut up and come have a drink with me, babe
Against my better judgement, I think I will take you up on that offer.
It’s French. I was commenting on how beautiful the music I’m listening to and the weather I’m enjoying is.
Hmm/.//A/pleasant/evening/truly/is/made/perfect/with/both/music/and/good/company/.//The/way/of/speaking/in/French/certainly/is/different/.//How/does/a/person/speak/french/anyway/?//You/have/me/quite/interested/in/it/.//:o
Speaking French is like speaking any other language, you learn it and the words are associated properly over time. Once you’re fluent in a language you need not think so much of what you’re speaking, the words just flow.
Beau temps, belle musique, and thus far, a fantastic night.
Does anyone need to speak with me?
No one should.
You clearly did.
After all, why else would you speak up?
Mostly boredom, and I’m probably a little drunk
When aren’t you though?
Beau temps, belle musique, and thus far, a fantastic night.
Does anyone need to speak with me?
Sure/.//Exactly/what/was/that/you/said/?//Those/words/seem/very/foreign/to/me/miss/snowman/.
It’s French. I was commenting on how beautiful the music I’m listening to and the weather I’m enjoying is.
Beau temps, belle musique, and thus far, a fantastic night.
Does anyone need to speak with me?
No one should.
You clearly did.
After all, why else would you speak up?
Beau temps, belle musique, and thus far, a fantastic night.
Does anyone need to speak with me?
((Secretly really wants someone to make Adelaide “baa” but who even THAT’S LIKE A THING THAT HAPPENS WITH SPADES AND one time Droog SO I DON’T EVEN….??))
((you rang dear? ouo ))
Allowing herself to break the rather hardened expression she usually wore, a soft smile crossed her lips. Though she’d known she’d be right, there was something still satisfying about that conformation that yet again, she’d guessed correctly, if you could call it a guess at all. Lazily she closed the book, already knowing the page numer she was on, crossing her legs and leaning over a bit, a curious semi-pout settling over her mouth, eyes drawn tight in curiosity. “Partially yes, but I must ask Sir. What brings you here?”
“Nothing too specific, really. Mostly curiosity. Your letters made me want to come and meet you in person.”
He reached a hand into his Overcoat, pulling out a letter from her. He sat down in a nearby chair, studying her closely. “You seemed like a fine woman and I wanted to meet you just once.” He chuckled lightly, folding his hands in his lap. “And please. Just call me English, my dear.” He added, his rapidly changing eyes locked on the female.Pausing a moment, her mind tried to recollect the letters he could be talking about and felt her air of cool drop for a moment, rather embarrassed that he had gotten them after all. She never expected a thing to come of them, none the less bring about a visit from him. Her eyes roved for a moment until he spoke again, looking back up at him, watching his eyes very closely. “I don’t know what to say.” she mumbled quietly. It was a few moments of silence waded between the two of them, her mind scrambling for something to say, but she drew nothing fancy, but a rather simple phrase she felt would fit. “I suppose if you’ve read my letters, you may know what is on my mind. I do apologize if they seemed rather… desperate or uncouth.”
“No, my lady. They did not.” He started, shifting uncomfortably. The silence was suffocating… He wasn’t sure what to say to her and she was just as quiet.
He brought a hand up, digging around in his pocket for the letters. He wasn’t pulling them out. Just making sure that he didn’t lose them. Aside from his Cairo Overcoat, they were his most valuable possession.
“I assume that you got my letters as well?” He asked, curious. He had written letters in response, but he was never sure that she got them. They could have gone to the wrong timeline or a doomed timeline…. though any timeline of hers was doomed, in the end.
Smiling a bit awkwardly she nodded, glad that he was forgiving. It was quite reassuring that someone was willing to be honest and out spoken about the things that were included in the letters she’d left for him. Namely the rather unique romantic interest she had for him. It was all rather strange and unusual, but she didn’t believe it possible to ever see him, so she didn’t have a fear of having to face him with such compromising emotions and embarrassing ideas.
Mention of other letters made her frown a bit and shake her head “No, I’ve received no such letters from you, though I do wish I would have been able to.” Much to her excitement, somewhere in her mind she tried to imagine what a letter from him would be like. It would likely be her most loved possessions, but she may not be able to have one, due to time shenanigans.
Nodding a bit she shifted in the seat slightly, twisting her hip a little to better fit herself in the chair comfortably, an elbow leaning on the arm rest. Raising an eyebrow as he sat down she took a sip from her glass and looked at it thoughtfully. “Sir, I do feel I should inquire about the nature of the meeting. I feel like this is more of a friendly meeting rather then one about business. If this is true, I would hope it would be alright to speak with you freely.” It was a bit odd, sitting where she was and drinking casually as if she knew him. Truthfully, she was hoping that it would indeed become something of a ‘normal’ deal, but it was nearly surreal. In the back of her mind she was going over her usual mantra of ‘Do not get attached, do not involve.’. It had worked thus far, but so much of her craved to call him her colleague.
“Indeed, your instincts have served you well.” He paused to sip from his own glass. “Please just call me English. There is no need to use formalities here, seeing as this is a friendly meeting.” He settled into his seat, his gaze on her. She seemed to be thinking. He could see it in her face. The whole time she was talking with him, in the back of her mind something was going on…
A small part of him wanted this to become a regular thing, but it all depended on how this meeting went and how she responded to him. She was a wonderful person, as a worker and a possible friend.
Nodding in understanding she took another casual sip from her glass, savoring the taste for a few moments. “Ah, wonderful. Well, I suppose the first thing I would like to say is the drink is fantastic. You have a wonderful taste in liquor. The second, thank you for calling me up here, I was able to avoid one particular annoyance in my department. He’s good worker, but my goodness does he chat.” she shook her head half heartedly, a small chuckle escaping her.
