He walked into the new shop... tall, older and attractive in a rugged handy sort of way... as one was nibbling on strawberries. Are you sharing he asked? Smiling one proffered the last one in his direction. Laughing he shook his head and thanking one, asked which bit of the floor was the problem. No idea, just doing layouts, but the oracle in the next aisle might know.
A few minutes later he circled back from a different angle and said I wouldn't take your last strawberry, but I would love one of those, pointing to the coffee cup. Oh might be able to rustle one up... how do you take it? Oh on the strong side, milk, no sugar. Be right back one said airily, walking off.
The kitchens that way he said. Yes, but the coffee is that way, pointing to work. Oh... look I don't want to be a bother. Too late. Are you sure he asked? Oh absolutely sure, so coffee, yes, no? Please, he said with a smile.
As one came back, bearing a cup emblazoned with "strong pain", he emerged from a wall. Did you know that was there he asked? Any chance it's something useful like a cupboard, one asked optimistically. Not unless it's one for naughty people, it's a bit cramped. Ah well in that case one will probably be shoved in it a lot, one quipped... just as he said... you might be in it a lot. We looked at each other and smiled.
Later he sat on the cabinets, sipping coffee while watching one work. We chatted about corporations and politics, the folly of decisions made... you know the sort of stuff you chat about when other people are around. As he stood to leave he dithered about like a school boy before whipping out a business card and saying give me a call. If you would like a coffee... I think I owe you a coffee he said smiling.
So there you are tall, salt and peppered, quite handsome, self employed, articulate, bright, great sense of humour...
And one is almost tempted to take him up on his offer...
'Cos one is just dying to find out about his wife...
'Cos one would be very surprised if there wasn't one...
And if not, why not...
The curiosity is just killing...
You are starting to get glimmerings of how one gets into trouble aren't you...
It's the nosiness J
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Well that's certainly how you go into trouble with me :D I've a package for you. It's quite similar to Kaya's that I delivered to her when we went to dinner Friday night.
You know she hasn't replied to the gentle enquiries one sent her way... what on earth did you send her? Oh wait... umm... see... it's the curiosity that does it every time :(
A bit more than a glimmering...I too, did not learn a lesson from what happened to that poor cat. Shall we start a support group for the terminally curious? A charitable foundation perhaps?
T-shirts, we need to have t-shirts... something catchy :)
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