– he reeked of suspicion!
He followed me out of the elevator and through the stupid revolving doors. I hightailed it three blocks to the bar, where I was meeting Mia . I ordered a drink and sat down, and waited. At fifteen minutes past the arranged meeting time, Mia still had not turned up. Either she did not get the note, or she would or could not meet me. I downed my beer and was about to get up when Mr Black Suit Man sat beside me, and slipped a note to me under the table. He raised his glass to me and said cheers, stood and then offered me his hand to shake before nodding his head and then leaving the bar.
I looked around and about me, feeling paranoid. Nobody moved, or even glanced my way. Nobody seemed to be acting out of sorts. I opened the note under the table, and then placed it into the palm of my hand to read.
It was the exact piece of paper that I had given Mia this morning – for credibility I guess. There were no names, as I had done with her.
‘ Change of plan. Same place, 8:30 pm tonight’. I flipped the paper over to the other side. It was definitely authentic – my original note from this morning. Did Mia and Mr Black Suit Man know each other? Great couple they would make – White Girl and Mr Black Suit Man – opposites, they attract apparently.
I returned to the office. This time Mr Black Suit Man was sitting in one of the chairs with his iPhone, his gaze securely glued to the screen. I scuffled past him. Still no eye contact, no form of acknowledgement whatsoever. Well, if that is the way he likes it!
I entered the great graffiti room again, and sat at my desk. I needed to start on the working drawing of the brain. It had to be drawn to scale with the eye. Mmmm – maybe I could be an anatomical artist. I would start with live nude subjects first, that could be fun. I could even publish my own book ‘The Human Body – Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder’ by Cohen Darcy. I snickered to myself and then studied the brain diagrams that I had drawn at the University Library recently. On closer inspection of the drawings, I discovered that I had missed some details. I would have to return to the geeky nerd floor of the library. Oh joy of joys. I ran my hands through my hair before I stood, gathered my gear, and then headed out the door again.
Mr black Suit Man appeared to be sleeping with his head tilted back against the wall. I had the urge to go and feel for his pulse in his neck to see if he was dead or alive. But I didn’t.
Instead, I pushed the button for the elevator and then banged on the metal double doors of the elevator shaft to see if that would wake him from his beauty sleep. It didn’t. Maybe he was dead after all.
I turned and walked over to him.
‘Sir, could you please tell me the time on your watch. My watch seems to have stopped,’ I said, forcing him to interact with me. I loved being annoying to certain types of people.
He lifted his head from the wall, looked at his watch, and then spoke with a deep alto voice.
‘ 4:52pm.’ And that was that. Would it kill him to use some social interactivisms. He was so stoic. He still did not make eye contact with me.
‘Thank-you kindly Sir,’ I added to his response, smiling at him. By the end of our in depth conversation the elevator had arrived, and I entered it to descend to the ground floor to the mysterious revolving door.
Max was waiting for me in the taxi. At least he gave me a few more words to chomp on than Mr Black Suit Guy.
‘ Hi Max. Would you be able to take me to the University Library again? I have to hit the nerd book shelves. I won’t need you after that. I am heading to a bar to meet a friend for a drink.’
Max looked at me in his rear vision mirror, and waited before he spoke to me. He always seemed to do that. Odd.
‘Certainly Mr Darcy. But I see you as more of a geek that a nerd!’ he responded.
So he does have a
He followed me out of the elevator and through the stupid revolving doors. I hightailed it three blocks to the bar, where I was meeting Mia . I ordered a drink and sat down, and waited. At fifteen minutes past the arranged meeting time, Mia still had not turned up. Either she did not get the note, or she would or could not meet me. I downed my beer and was about to get up when Mr Black Suit Man sat beside me, and slipped a note to me under the table. He raised his glass to me and said cheers, stood and then offered me his hand to shake before nodding his head and then leaving the bar.
I looked around and about me, feeling paranoid. Nobody moved, or even glanced my way. Nobody seemed to be acting out of sorts. I opened the note under the table, and then placed it into the palm of my hand to read.
It was the exact piece of paper that I had given Mia this morning – for credibility I guess. There were no names, as I had done with her.
‘ Change of plan. Same place, 8:30 pm tonight’. I flipped the paper over to the other side. It was definitely authentic – my original note from this morning. Did Mia and Mr Black Suit Man know each other? Great couple they would make – White Girl and Mr Black Suit Man – opposites, they attract apparently.
I returned to the office. This time Mr Black Suit Man was sitting in one of the chairs with his iPhone, his gaze securely glued to the screen. I scuffled past him. Still no eye contact, no form of acknowledgement whatsoever. Well, if that is the way he likes it!
I entered the great graffiti room again, and sat at my desk. I needed to start on the working drawing of the brain. It had to be drawn to scale with the eye. Mmmm – maybe I could be an anatomical artist. I would start with live nude subjects first, that could be fun. I could even publish my own book ‘The Human Body – Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder’ by Cohen Darcy. I snickered to myself and then studied the brain diagrams that I had drawn at the University Library recently. On closer inspection of the drawings, I discovered that I had missed some details. I would have to return to the geeky nerd floor of the library. Oh joy of joys. I ran my hands through my hair before I stood, gathered my gear, and then headed out the door again.
Mr black Suit Man appeared to be sleeping with his head tilted back against the wall. I had the urge to go and feel for his pulse in his neck to see if he was dead or alive. But I didn’t.
Instead, I pushed the button for the elevator and then banged on the metal double doors of the elevator shaft to see if that would wake him from his beauty sleep. It didn’t. Maybe he was dead after all.
I turned and walked over to him.
‘Sir, could you please tell me the time on your watch. My watch seems to have stopped,’ I said, forcing him to interact with me. I loved being annoying to certain types of people.
He lifted his head from the wall, looked at his watch, and then spoke with a deep alto voice.
‘ 4:52pm.’ And that was that. Would it kill him to use some social interactivisms. He was so stoic. He still did not make eye contact with me.
‘Thank-you kindly Sir,’ I added to his response, smiling at him. By the end of our in depth conversation the elevator had arrived, and I entered it to descend to the ground floor to the mysterious revolving door.
Max was waiting for me in the taxi. At least he gave me a few more words to chomp on than Mr Black Suit Guy.
‘ Hi Max. Would you be able to take me to the University Library again? I have to hit the nerd book shelves. I won’t need you after that. I am heading to a bar to meet a friend for a drink.’
Max looked at me in his rear vision mirror, and waited before he spoke to me. He always seemed to do that. Odd.
‘Certainly Mr Darcy. But I see you as more of a geek that a nerd!’ he responded.
So he does have a
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