Post by Anja Petrova on Nov 16, 2011 12:04:40 GMT -5
A woman sat, curled up on a leather armchair in the corner of the Royalle Cafe, sipping an Earl Grey tea as she browsed the internet from a small netbook, taking advantage of the cafe's free wi-fi. She looked over the news, from the mundane; 'Julius Caesar crowned Emperor of Rome', to the downright insane; 'Benny the dancing Budgerigar wins the 21st international Clever Bird contest', not batting so much as an eyelid at either.
She did, however, wear an expression of distinct annoyance, and every few minutes, she would check her phone, as if out of habit. Every so often, she would dial a number, and lift it to her ear, and her glare would grow all the more pronounced each time she reached no further than answerphone. At first, she remained polite, but eventually, it turned to "Alright, smart-ass. You don't have to pick up your phone to me, that's completely fine, but at least ring Janos, da? He's worried about you. Don't be such a prick! How hard is it to answer the bloody phone?"
Sighing, she once again dropped the phone, returning to her tea and lighting up a cigarette.
''I just hope somebody comes in." She muttered to herself. "Being stood up on a date is no fun whatsoever."
She did, however, wear an expression of distinct annoyance, and every few minutes, she would check her phone, as if out of habit. Every so often, she would dial a number, and lift it to her ear, and her glare would grow all the more pronounced each time she reached no further than answerphone. At first, she remained polite, but eventually, it turned to "Alright, smart-ass. You don't have to pick up your phone to me, that's completely fine, but at least ring Janos, da? He's worried about you. Don't be such a prick! How hard is it to answer the bloody phone?"
Sighing, she once again dropped the phone, returning to her tea and lighting up a cigarette.
''I just hope somebody comes in." She muttered to herself. "Being stood up on a date is no fun whatsoever."
