The first remark slid throat the air, grazing the top of his head but not hitting him as his focus remained on the brunette. Even as the other leaned in, his mind wandered farther and farther from the cafe. His heart patted the inner walls of his chest hard as he fantasized but the hushed voice startled him from his daydream. Eyes wide and suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked across the table at the man.
A moment passed as Richard processed the statement and he remembered what they had met for. “Ah! Well, I don’t care much in all honesty. All this is none of my business. I’m just the messenger.” A glass of sparkling water was set before him and he smiled up at the passing waitress. He took a sip of the water before leaning back and murmuring, “Can’t imagine what got you into this business.” His attention drifted to a small piece of fluff on his shirt that was picked off quickly. Looking up he frowned, “I would suggest you lean back in your seat. With the way you’re sitting people might think I’m soliciting.”
Charlie isn’t easily put-off by most people, but this guy is something else. Not one to ever really stand up for himself, especially in the face of someone with such an imposing aura, he stares at the guy in slack-jawed disbelief before slowly sitting back in his chair with only a hint of annoyance scrawled across his features. He doesn’t want to ruin what could be a fruitful business relationship even if he does want to smack this guy across the mouth.
“Right,” he says slowly, tone carefully controlled to try and not show his offence. “Wouldn’t want that.” He studies the man with lips pressed together, then says, “And I got into this business because I’m good at it, and it makes me good money.” Not money that he really needs what with the trust fund and everything. It’s more of something he has fun doing, but he’s not about to explain all this to this man.
“Speaking of, I assume you’ve got the money?”
amandla
2087
ellievsbear
vaporwave
germansingergirl
