|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2010 23:22:44 GMT -5
A young man in a scarf, long khaki trench coat, and a pair of suede mauve heels stepped rather jauntily off the platform, an enormous smile on his lips. He pulled a large luxury trunk behind him, some designer logo elegantly pressed into the leather side, and gazed on some postcards he'd picked up through the varying stopping points as he walked. As he passed through the station he paused by a young blond girl and without glancing at her passed her a small postcard photograph of Munich he'd bought two of by accident.
"Hey, want this?"
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 13, 2010 23:44:22 GMT -5
"Oh, really?"
Meg looked at the postcard then started following him with quick, tiny steps.
"Thank you!"
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2010 23:46:22 GMT -5
He turned around as he walked to nod, wave, and beam, and subsequently walked into someone.
"Oomph!"
He scrambled as well as could be done in 4 inch heels to the floor to pick up his postcards before someone stepped on and muddied them!
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 13, 2010 23:55:44 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry-"
She bent down to help him gather them up.
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2010 23:57:44 GMT -5
He was thankful for the help, grinning easily. "Thanks - I just got back from a trainride from Brasov. That's in Romania. These were all in the train station giftshops - "
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 14, 2010 0:01:19 GMT -5
"Oooh!" Meg cooed, impressed.
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2010 0:03:01 GMT -5
"Yeah. See, this one - this one here is - "
Someone shouted for the pair of them to get out of the way, and shortly thereafter a woman marvelld, "Where is their mother?"
Adrien hopped up, offering an arm to the girl, kind of extremely pink.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 14, 2010 0:08:44 GMT -5
Meg glanced downward and bit her lip, blushing too.
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2010 0:10:18 GMT -5
Adrien put the back of his arm on her back, pressing lightly but urgently, as though suddenly aware they were in grown-up zone. "Come on - " he said in a hush, tugging at his suitcase.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 14, 2010 0:24:46 GMT -5
"All right!" Meg whispered back, beaming like they were sharing some great secret.
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2010 0:26:15 GMT -5
They hurried out of the station, him whispering to her "D'you wanna go talk in there?" while pointing to a diner two stops away from it.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 14, 2010 0:31:19 GMT -5
Meg nodded and giggled a little.
"I meet more people this way..."
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2010 0:33:36 GMT -5
"Huh, I don't," he said, wrinkling his forehead but still smiling, as they entered and slipped into a booth.
He started absorbingly spreading out the postcards on the tabletop and did not notice the waitress approach.
Gosh, Adrian gave him a lot of money, he thought when he glanced up at her and realized he could still have afforded a meal several times over.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 14, 2010 0:37:58 GMT -5
Meg tilted herself curiously over the postcards and made an interested little sound.
|
|
|
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2010 0:41:55 GMT -5
"What's your order?" asked the waitress.
Adrien looked up, confused at first, and then blushing. "Ummmmm" preceded a sketchy order, a rather vague one that filled out at her almost bored-sounding questions. "What's your sister having?"
|
|