Post by soufflé on Jan 25, 2012 14:44:37 GMT -5
So, this is my first attempt at a drabble fic. Most chapters will be under 500 words, but not really true drabbles since they will not be exactly 100 words. Rated T for now, unless I decide otherwise.
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1- Brunchtime Tea
He waits patiently, nervously straightening his white collar. He checks his silver pocket watch, which reads eleven thirty-seven. He’s aware that she should have been here seven minutes ago, but he doesn’t worry. He knows she would never cancel plans without three days’ notice.
He looks around the tearoom calmly, smiling slightly at the sunlight streaming through lace curtains. The waitress approaches and tentatively asks if he’s ready to order.
“A few more minutes, please,” he says.
She nods and goes to tend to another customer.
He looks down to his place settings, straightening the fork so that it is parallel with the butter knife. He makes sure that his crystal water glass is in the center of the very fancy doily.
He smiles, looking at the symmetry on the table. Much better, he thinks.
He admires the pastel-colored flowers that make up the table’s centerpiece. The yellow ones match perfectly with the color of the walls when the late-morning sun hits.
He hears a familiar voice, soft and warm, coming from the front of the room—and there she is. She smiles politely as the maitre d’ gestures to the correct table. She’s wearing the baby blue dress, the one with the ruffles around the ankles. It matches her eyes perfectly.
He watches as she saunters over to the table. He meets her eyes, and he watches as they light up, becoming a bright, unforgettable blue.
Her full, red lips curl into a smile as she sits down across from him. “I’m terribly sorry for being late,” she tells him.
He assures her that it was no trouble at all, and that the tea here is the best in the city.
She agrees, saying that she’s heard many great things about this place. She carefully opens her menu and looks intently at the tea selections, periodically glancing up at him from behind her long eyelashes.
He suggests that she try the white Darjeeling tea, and she laughs, declaring that the jasmine tea is clearly a better choice. She looks across the table at his perfectly straight utensils. She teases him for being so obsessive over small things.
He smiles sheepishly, and she straightens her utensils to match his.
"Is that better, then?" she asks, her bright eyes twinkling.
He smiles, nodding.
And he knows that this will be the best brunch he’s had in a long, long time.
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Well, there you go. Any suggestions are welcome
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1- Brunchtime Tea
He waits patiently, nervously straightening his white collar. He checks his silver pocket watch, which reads eleven thirty-seven. He’s aware that she should have been here seven minutes ago, but he doesn’t worry. He knows she would never cancel plans without three days’ notice.
He looks around the tearoom calmly, smiling slightly at the sunlight streaming through lace curtains. The waitress approaches and tentatively asks if he’s ready to order.
“A few more minutes, please,” he says.
She nods and goes to tend to another customer.
He looks down to his place settings, straightening the fork so that it is parallel with the butter knife. He makes sure that his crystal water glass is in the center of the very fancy doily.
He smiles, looking at the symmetry on the table. Much better, he thinks.
He admires the pastel-colored flowers that make up the table’s centerpiece. The yellow ones match perfectly with the color of the walls when the late-morning sun hits.
He hears a familiar voice, soft and warm, coming from the front of the room—and there she is. She smiles politely as the maitre d’ gestures to the correct table. She’s wearing the baby blue dress, the one with the ruffles around the ankles. It matches her eyes perfectly.
He watches as she saunters over to the table. He meets her eyes, and he watches as they light up, becoming a bright, unforgettable blue.
Her full, red lips curl into a smile as she sits down across from him. “I’m terribly sorry for being late,” she tells him.
He assures her that it was no trouble at all, and that the tea here is the best in the city.
She agrees, saying that she’s heard many great things about this place. She carefully opens her menu and looks intently at the tea selections, periodically glancing up at him from behind her long eyelashes.
He suggests that she try the white Darjeeling tea, and she laughs, declaring that the jasmine tea is clearly a better choice. She looks across the table at his perfectly straight utensils. She teases him for being so obsessive over small things.
He smiles sheepishly, and she straightens her utensils to match his.
"Is that better, then?" she asks, her bright eyes twinkling.
He smiles, nodding.
And he knows that this will be the best brunch he’s had in a long, long time.
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Well, there you go. Any suggestions are welcome