He turned to ask the waitress for some creamer - anything to cut the coffee taste and it seemed just in time for him to catch a glance of the Handle as she swiftly glided past.
He had seen Her - and that Handle before. It seemed to be a murky memory, one that made him too nauseous and dizzy to even attempt to sort out. It seemed like it was around the time of the Change, maybe right before. Did she usually have a partner? Maybe a man with slicked back hair and a long scar over his right eye. Was that right or was he fabricating memories again.
He slammed down his spoon with frustration and the clatter made the waitress and it's other two patrons, including Her, snap their attention toward him. He lowered his eyes and brought the mug to his mouth, breathing in the steam. It certainly was Her, he wouldn't mistake that smirk and those eyes for anyone else.
Now the only question was, why was she here...alone?
He had seen Her - and that Handle before. It seemed to be a murky memory, one that made him too nauseous and dizzy to even attempt to sort out. It seemed like it was around the time of the Change, maybe right before. Did she usually have a partner? Maybe a man with slicked back hair and a long scar over his right eye. Was that right or was he fabricating memories again.
He slammed down his spoon with frustration and the clatter made the waitress and it's other two patrons, including Her, snap their attention toward him. He lowered his eyes and brought the mug to his mouth, breathing in the steam. It certainly was Her, he wouldn't mistake that smirk and those eyes for anyone else.
Now the only question was, why was she here...alone?
No comments:
Post a Comment