Jan 21, 2014 17:29:23 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 17:29:23 GMT -5
It had to be the most blatant display of rudeness he had thus far encountered in this town. There was simply little explanation for it otherwise. Roderich sat on chair looking around and from time to time let out an irritated huff before checking his watch. He could understand maybe five minutes, but twenty? Did Bonnefoy think he wouldn't just get up and leave? Roderich simmered angrily, smoothing out the linen tablecloth as a way of calming down. Herr Bonnefoy had so politely asked him here to discuss work matters, hinting that it would be him paying the bill and that not did this wine bar serve very good wine, but also had a good piano. Naturally, despite the abysmal company, Roderich's interest was perked. Of course, being spent money on and not spending a dime of his own was even sweeter, so Roderich couldn't exactly refuse. It was unfortunate that Francis Bonnefoy was so...garish, so saccharine with his charms that Roderich often found himself highly disliking the man. They just didn't get along for whatever reason. Roderich, however, had never expected to be invited here with reservations and then promptly stood up. He was sure the waiters who had already come by four times were tittering at him. Perhaps they thought that his date had stood him up? Well this wasn't a date, obviously, but Roderich felt just as offended. The one consolation was the fact that for the next half an hour there was beautiful music spilling out of the piano. Roderich couldn’t get a good look at the pianist but whoever they were, they could play. Perhaps he would stay until the music ended. Not a moment later. The Austrian sighed wistfully as he listened to the music, a soft piano waltz. This was a very nice place after all; too bad Francis had to ruin the meeting with his tardiness. Roderich wondered if this wasn't some sort of elaborate prank, a way of Francis laughing at him. He wouldn't put it past it him, to be honest. Perhaps this was his way of knocking Roderich down a peg or two. Well it was working. Roderich sat stone-faced as he looked down at his menu, hoping how absolutely wretched he felt didn't show up. This was really the problem with sitting alone in silence, your mind raced ahead of you by lightyears. “Are you sure you wouldn't like something, Gospodin?” Roderich almost jumped in his seat, instead inhaling sharply as one of the waiters came by once more to ask him to order something. Roderich frowned, unhappy with the thought of spending money after all. But one glass wouldn’t hurt and at least he’d look like he was doing something except staring around. “One glass of the 2042 Sauvignon Blanc, please.” Said Roderich, dismissing the waiter with a wave of his menu. The waiter nodded and walked off, leaving Roderich to staring at a laughing couple sharing a wine glass between them. His eyelashes blinked away a memory of being younger and drunkenly in love. The legal advisor could certainly see why Francis chose this place; a comfortable yet elegant feeling permeated every square foot of the bar. Roderich felt that he’d enjoy this if he hadn't come with a man who can’t bother to show up for a work meeting. His wine was here. Roderich sipped it slowly, while watching the door. The combination of the fragrant wine and the sweet notes of a piano finely played reminded Roderich so strongly of home that for a second he forgot about Francis Bonnefoy and his impertinence. Only for a second. |
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
*Gospodin means "Mister" in Russian