Albert?s phone call arrived shortly after she heard news of her acceptance at Shambles Way Clinic. Like most things in life, when it rained, it poured. What most people failed to realize was that this was as much true of good blessings as it was dark curses.
She dressed with the interview in mind, well aware of what to expect upon her arrival. Dr. Shilo was a man of expensive tastes, far removed from her work at the clinics. His was private domain and therefore private money. She'd done a little research and dressed accordingly. The pretty little black dress was nice, if the bodice was a little low cut it was a casual setting for an interview. White heels with black piping were low slung and possessed just enough heel to make her legs look gorgeous in their foil. She paused outside the cafe in question at five after five, consulting the white leather banded wristwatch.
"Dusky, if she can't make it then she can't make it." Came the voice from above. The bohemian cafe - one that looked of ancient architecture, which means it could charge outrageous prices - was a two level edifice with a balcony/patio along the side looking south, and that was where he stood. He leaned over the railing, eyes cast out across the scenery of the Marketplace as he spoke into the small piece of technology blinking against his ear. "Just reschedule it for next week." He paused, and then moments later let out a laugh. "Just do it. I've got to go, I've got an interview. What? No, it's not a date. Goodbye." As he clicked the small earpiece his eyes fell to the courtyard patio.
She knew. The moment his gaze found her she held. Still. A vision of womanly curves and the air of the negligent. He could see quite clearly the slow pull of her lips as they climbed into a knowing smile, a beckoning smile, a smile that promised that she knew without being told what a man was thinking when his gaze drank her in. Not only aware, but was in some way an accomplice. Her head tipped back, blonde spiky locks whispering in jagged little waves about the nape of her neck and rewarded him for looking with a softly murmured greeting that carried easily on the air, "Salut."
The woman he found staring back at him was so striking that time seemed to stand still. Albert Shoe had said that she was a knockout, but his standards were so thin that Euriya often just ignored him. This time, though, he was dead on. He cleared his throat and blinked a few times, even as his own lips mirrored her own in an inviting smile. "Nurse Notus?" He asked. "Come on up, I've rented out the entire patio up here to give us some privacy." He found the pull of her low-cut dress and tempting
cleavage hard to resist, so much so that he had to raise his chin a bit to nullify any chance of glancing down -- and from his vantage point, that was a task hard to do.
And like that she was gone. Disappearing from view with two steps as she entered the building and made her way to the staircase that would lead her to him. Somehow she managed to make her exit feel final, as if that moment would never occur again, the vision of her standing beneath him and smiling just for him...passed.
She dressed with the interview in mind, well aware of what to expect upon her arrival. Dr. Shilo was a man of expensive tastes, far removed from her work at the clinics. His was private domain and therefore private money. She'd done a little research and dressed accordingly. The pretty little black dress was nice, if the bodice was a little low cut it was a casual setting for an interview. White heels with black piping were low slung and possessed just enough heel to make her legs look gorgeous in their foil. She paused outside the cafe in question at five after five, consulting the white leather banded wristwatch.
"Dusky, if she can't make it then she can't make it." Came the voice from above. The bohemian cafe - one that looked of ancient architecture, which means it could charge outrageous prices - was a two level edifice with a balcony/patio along the side looking south, and that was where he stood. He leaned over the railing, eyes cast out across the scenery of the Marketplace as he spoke into the small piece of technology blinking against his ear. "Just reschedule it for next week." He paused, and then moments later let out a laugh. "Just do it. I've got to go, I've got an interview. What? No, it's not a date. Goodbye." As he clicked the small earpiece his eyes fell to the courtyard patio.
She knew. The moment his gaze found her she held. Still. A vision of womanly curves and the air of the negligent. He could see quite clearly the slow pull of her lips as they climbed into a knowing smile, a beckoning smile, a smile that promised that she knew without being told what a man was thinking when his gaze drank her in. Not only aware, but was in some way an accomplice. Her head tipped back, blonde spiky locks whispering in jagged little waves about the nape of her neck and rewarded him for looking with a softly murmured greeting that carried easily on the air, "Salut."
The woman he found staring back at him was so striking that time seemed to stand still. Albert Shoe had said that she was a knockout, but his standards were so thin that Euriya often just ignored him. This time, though, he was dead on. He cleared his throat and blinked a few times, even as his own lips mirrored her own in an inviting smile. "Nurse Notus?" He asked. "Come on up, I've rented out the entire patio up here to give us some privacy." He found the pull of her low-cut dress and tempting
cleavage hard to resist, so much so that he had to raise his chin a bit to nullify any chance of glancing down -- and from his vantage point, that was a task hard to do.
And like that she was gone. Disappearing from view with two steps as she entered the building and made her way to the staircase that would lead her to him. Somehow she managed to make her exit feel final, as if that moment would never occur again, the vision of her standing beneath him and smiling just for him...passed.