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Post by YUN MO on Sept 9, 2013 23:31:48 GMT
The diner was packed, and Yun was pressed fast against the glass of her window booth as she peered out at the bank across the street. Dressed like a secretary, the thief was camouflaged among the crowd of suits during the lunch hour. A sandwich, untouched sat on her plate surrounded by fresh chips, but she was too busy writing down the license plate number of the patrol that was checking the parking meters on the left side of the road.
Quite suddenly, a waitress, rather embarrassed, approached her table. With a queasy smile she began with an apology before continuing.
"We're terribly busy today - would it be too bothersome if we could seat another costumer with you?" Yun's 'all right' was hesitant. She didn't want to make a scene as she slipped the paper pad into her pocketbook beside a pair of binoculars. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 4:33:27 GMT
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He stretches his fingers,the quick triplets from a sonata written by Haydn still running through his mind. Undoubtedly he would return to practicing those after lunch break, but for now...well, it was nice to give his fingers a rest.
Aimé pats his pockets, making sure that the money he had brought with him earlier had not been pick-pocketed (after all, those events did occur more often than he would like). After being assured that he still had all of his money, he walks into the diner he frequented when he happened to have the chance to be downtown. A loud, clamouring noise washes over him and to his greatest surprise (and particularly, displeasure), the diner was filled to the brim. When a waitress offers to find him a seat, he sighs, but accepts the offer. There was too little time for him to find another place to eat, and the diner here by far had the best salads.
The brunette slides across the booth from the woman."Apologies for intruding," Aimé gives a wry smile to the stranger, "I hadn't known that the diner would be so packed today."
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Post by YUN MO on Sept 14, 2013 4:44:00 GMT
He is a pretty little thing, and Yun eyes him like a canary, her sharp inspection so very much like a secretaries. So many places he could hide his wallet - she thinks, but she does not wish to cause a commotion to distract him from his money. The thief has bigger fish. The waitress takes his order, and when she leaves, Yun uses her voice again.
Hi." She smiles, hesitantly putting out her hand as she pretends to be the meek corporate assistant. Her other hand is fists around the hem of her a-line skirt, pulling it down beneath the table - she tenses her shoulders. "It's very much all right. Do you work in the area?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 7:57:41 GMT
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Aimé certainly could not be described as "observant", but the other's shoulders tense almost so obviously that he was quite sure the other was not okay. But well, no matter. It must've been because he had intruded on her.
"It would be nice if I worked around this area," the brunette laughs, the idea almost too ridiculous to comprehend. "Unfortunately, I work a long ways off. I just frequent this area during the day." He flips through the menu that laid in front of him, despite the fact that he had already long ago memorised it all. "And you?"
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Post by YUN MO on Sept 15, 2013 22:38:26 GMT
"Oh, I just work down the block," she replied, covering her mouthing and adding a cute nervous laugh. She reached for her soda and pulled the paper off the straw. After she finished drinking she began to pick at her fries, batting her almond eyes. "So what do you do that brings you all the way to this side of town?" she queried. Below the table, her crossed ankles rubbed together - itchy. |
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