Daymyn’s Introduction
The atmosphere of the room was really tense. The blonde female seemed somewhat agitated with the individual who sat in front of her. She stared at him with a raised eyebrow sort of look and cleared her throat. The man who sat opposite her, looked up from the intricate metal contraption that he was tinkering on and tilted his head to the side almost with a look like he forgot she was there. “Errm, sorry ‘bout that, ma'am, sometimes I get lost in me work.” He said, his thick gaelic accent blending in well with his gruff voice. “Name’s Daymyn.”
As he spoke his attention centered back on his current project that was nestled in his lap. He rolled up his sleeves on his white button up shirt and said, “Rowe started out like any other client, needed somethin’ done an’ I was the man for the job."He replied, while continuing to tinker. "He liked me work. Called on me repeatedly.” He continued, starting to smile, “Finally, He offered me a job in his fine establishment. I couldn’t refuse. He knows I love to experiment an’ have new experiences.”
The woman scribbled a few things down on her notepad and nodded in agreement. She lit a cigarette to defuse the tension and looked back at Daymyn. “So you accepted his offer. What happened after that?” She said, trying to capture his attention again.
Daymyn let out an exasperated sigh, pausing in his work, and looked up at her again and said, “It’s been like a dream ever since. Business has been boomin, most o’ the time clients have been keepin me on me toes. But, I still have time for the cafe."He shot her a wink and a grin, showing his pearly whites. "If nothing else, I feel at home here. Rowe might’ve been a client at one time, but now I would definitely consider him a friend.” He finished, his attention reverting back to his project, which sat unfinished in his lap, “An’ if you’ll pardon me, ma'am, I really gotta finish this for another client.”
He shot her a two-fingered salute with his left hand and picked up his contraption. He reached in his pocket of his slacks pulling out a key card with a big A on it. Daymyn swiped it on the door of the room, grabbed the handle, and opened it. The opening was black, but he didn’t mind because he knew what was on the other side. With one last glance at the blonde woman at the desk, who was scribbling away on her notepad, he stepped through, shutting the door behind him.
