Post by sleepwalker on Dec 13, 2008 11:29:25 GMT -5
As Corbeau ran across the street Tessi followed, but at a somewhat slower pace. Ahead of her Corbeau entered the cafe, the warm lights easily seen from outside. Quickly she joined him, slipping in behind him. The lazy chirp of a bell rang as the door closed after them.
Silently Tessi slipped into the seat across from Corbeau, her eyes wandering around the room pleasantly. He has good taste in restaurants. She mused, guessing that the well kept and hospitable business was family owned.
The smile that developed on Corbeau’s face poked at her insides, the feeling hard to describe. Like the embrace of a tight hug, but while having a cold shower at the same time. One of her brows stretched, a look of inquiry meeting her expression. What’s he smiling about? After a few seconds her face returned to its regular neutral cover, discarding her thoughts.
Following Corbeau’s vision, her eyes scanned the room. There was something that she found odd, something that she had trouble placing a finger on. Then it struck her, everyone carried happy, carefree expressions, laughter occurring at almost every other table regularly. This doesn’t feel right, I don’t like this place. Her heartbeat began to speed up slightly, resting her elbow on the table, her lips met her knuckles gently. Slouching over the table a little, her eyes returned to Corbeau, eyeing him with unease.
She hadn’t realised the waitress approaching them until she spoke, requesting if they would like drinks, and placing two menus on the table. “I’ll take an orange juice, if you have that.” Tessi’s hand dropped from her face and found its way to her lap, while her shoulders met the back of the booth. She pried her eyes from the waitress, the smile that appeared so welcoming sending shivers down her spine. Slothfully she opened the menu and began to browse.
Silently Tessi slipped into the seat across from Corbeau, her eyes wandering around the room pleasantly. He has good taste in restaurants. She mused, guessing that the well kept and hospitable business was family owned.
The smile that developed on Corbeau’s face poked at her insides, the feeling hard to describe. Like the embrace of a tight hug, but while having a cold shower at the same time. One of her brows stretched, a look of inquiry meeting her expression. What’s he smiling about? After a few seconds her face returned to its regular neutral cover, discarding her thoughts.
Following Corbeau’s vision, her eyes scanned the room. There was something that she found odd, something that she had trouble placing a finger on. Then it struck her, everyone carried happy, carefree expressions, laughter occurring at almost every other table regularly. This doesn’t feel right, I don’t like this place. Her heartbeat began to speed up slightly, resting her elbow on the table, her lips met her knuckles gently. Slouching over the table a little, her eyes returned to Corbeau, eyeing him with unease.
She hadn’t realised the waitress approaching them until she spoke, requesting if they would like drinks, and placing two menus on the table. “I’ll take an orange juice, if you have that.” Tessi’s hand dropped from her face and found its way to her lap, while her shoulders met the back of the booth. She pried her eyes from the waitress, the smile that appeared so welcoming sending shivers down her spine. Slothfully she opened the menu and began to browse.