|Ploutos | Peter Thesmia (ploutos) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-01-06 22:13:00
Who: Ploutos & 4Chan
What: Seriously, your guess is as good as mine
When: Sunday afternoonish
Warnings: Language, 4Chan, TBD
Ploutos had been settling into the city rather nicely. He'd enrolled at Columbia for the spring term, found an apartment, and even lined up a job at one of the shops in the diamond district. (Sort of by accident, he'd managed to impress the owner with his knowledge of gemstones enough that he took him on as an apprentice.)
But today was Sunday, and he had the day to himself, so he'd taken to wandering the streets, pretty much aimlessly. He needed to find a dry cleaner, a gym, a bank, all those things, but he wanted to get the lay of the land too. And that was how he stumbled upon the little cafe. It smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, and his grumbling stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten for a while, so he ducked inside and ordered a sandwich and a latte.
Taking them to a table, he found a seat by the window and had his lunch, watching the waves of people come and go all around him.