‘Friday in the Park with Stephen’ - part three
a Strangebatch ficlet by sobeautifullyobsessed
inspired by photo manip by @b-editions and used with permission
Part One Part Two Part Three below
They chatted as they walked, discussing ordinary things, feeling each other out for those initial signs of compatibility. The trip took them downtown to Bleecker Street, enroute to West Houston Street and their dinner destination. Stephen had subtly managed to have them tread the sidewalk opposite the Sanctum, rather than the sidewalk bordering it—and was very surprised when Hope slowed their pace, and then stopped directly across from the double doors of his home and refuge.
“I’ve always loved this old building,” she sighed, “It’s got a dignity–a sort of stateliness—that’s very…reassuring; like it’s stood the test of time. Like it could weather any storm.” She pointed towards the Sanctum window. “That oculus alone is…spectacular…while the beautiful green patina of the copper roofing gives it amazing character,” she enthused, “And it incorporates several architectural styles seamlessly—Art Deco, Bauhaus, Regency. It’s a true marvel, even in a city of marvelous buildings.” Hope gave a low whistle, adding, “I’ll bet it’s got some gorgeous architectural details inside, too”
Despite the thrill of delight he felt learning that Hope had the artistic vision—and perhaps even a touch enough of the Sight—to recognize the beauty and other-worldly purpose infused in the bricks and mortar of his mystical domain, Stephen tempered his reply carefully. “Yeah…it is something, alright.” And then, trusting his instinct, he revealed, “And, uh…well…I actually work here…”
Her mouth dropped open and she blinked several times, “Seriously? This…this building is a school?”
“Ahhh…among other things,” he admitted.
“Stephen, I’d love to take a peek inside sometime,” she exclaimed, “Maybe bring my sketch pad along. Is it open to the public?”
“Rarely, Hope. The nature of the work we do here…it, uh…it precludes…interaction with the general public.”
“Well now I’m really intrigued.” She looked equal to any challenge he might muster, but chose a softer route, batting her lashes prettily, “So…how about a private tour? I promise I won’t tell a soul.”
Stephen sighed hard–finding her charm persuasive–yet unable to acquiesce, “Let’s say we skip the tour for the time being? It can be a real maze inside…and I can think of much better ways to spend our time together.”
“Hmmmm.” Hope raised her chin pertly, “Alright—for now. But don’t think I won’t ask you again…sooner than later.”
He chuckled and patted her hand in the crook of his arm, “Of that, Ms. Collins, I have no doubt.”
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