A month ago?
?So who is she?? A voice asked, feminine and coy as she collected empty bottles and forgotten trash onto a tray while busing the barren tables.
Tearing his attention from the dark horizon in the distance, Philip looked up and over to the waitress and in turn realized the patio bar was unpopulated except for the two of them. ?I beg your pardon??
?Who is she?? The waitress repeated, her amusement dimming only a hair at his confusion before her hands continued to busy themselves and she nodded towards him with the curve of her chin. ?You?re sitting out here, alone, with your drink mostly untouched. Staring off and being broody.?
He didn?t bristle, but attempted to sit up even straighter as he was quick with an excuse. ?I am just thinking.?
?You turned down attention from a pair of pretty twins who were just about all over you. Looked like you didn?t even notice them. Then again, you could prefer guys or be a eunuch,? she trailed off with a shrug as she passed by his table.
Dark eyes followed after her and the sway of her hips before he was looking down to his glass. ?I am not a eunuch.?
?And you like my hips enough to watch them, so I?m going to go back to my all-knowing women?s intuition and say you?re thinking about a girl. You?re not drowning in drink, so you?re not trying to forget her, so I think you?re pining for her.?
?Are you a budding psychologist during daylight hours??
?Nah, if I was then I?d point out that you?re being evasive and avoiding the subject. All the same, if you want anything from the bar, don?t hesitate to wave me down. It?s a quiet one tonight.?
?I?ve heard that word is a curse in these parts.? Wry tone, near amusement flickered on his own features as he looked up.
?I won?t tell if you don?t --- Oh will you look at that!? Pointing out and up to the sky as a flash of white light shot across the muted backdrop of deep blue black and purple atmosphere above them. ?Shooting star. You better make a wish before it?s too late.? Grinning over at him, she continued on her way back inside.
After a moment?s hesitation, Philip muttered to himself, ?I wish Constance was mine.?
From just inside the door to the bar the waitress called out, ?I told you it was a girl.?
?So who is she?? A voice asked, feminine and coy as she collected empty bottles and forgotten trash onto a tray while busing the barren tables.
Tearing his attention from the dark horizon in the distance, Philip looked up and over to the waitress and in turn realized the patio bar was unpopulated except for the two of them. ?I beg your pardon??
?Who is she?? The waitress repeated, her amusement dimming only a hair at his confusion before her hands continued to busy themselves and she nodded towards him with the curve of her chin. ?You?re sitting out here, alone, with your drink mostly untouched. Staring off and being broody.?
He didn?t bristle, but attempted to sit up even straighter as he was quick with an excuse. ?I am just thinking.?
?You turned down attention from a pair of pretty twins who were just about all over you. Looked like you didn?t even notice them. Then again, you could prefer guys or be a eunuch,? she trailed off with a shrug as she passed by his table.
Dark eyes followed after her and the sway of her hips before he was looking down to his glass. ?I am not a eunuch.?
?And you like my hips enough to watch them, so I?m going to go back to my all-knowing women?s intuition and say you?re thinking about a girl. You?re not drowning in drink, so you?re not trying to forget her, so I think you?re pining for her.?
?Are you a budding psychologist during daylight hours??
?Nah, if I was then I?d point out that you?re being evasive and avoiding the subject. All the same, if you want anything from the bar, don?t hesitate to wave me down. It?s a quiet one tonight.?
?I?ve heard that word is a curse in these parts.? Wry tone, near amusement flickered on his own features as he looked up.
?I won?t tell if you don?t --- Oh will you look at that!? Pointing out and up to the sky as a flash of white light shot across the muted backdrop of deep blue black and purple atmosphere above them. ?Shooting star. You better make a wish before it?s too late.? Grinning over at him, she continued on her way back inside.
After a moment?s hesitation, Philip muttered to himself, ?I wish Constance was mine.?
From just inside the door to the bar the waitress called out, ?I told you it was a girl.?