David (memoria_rasa) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-07-28 12:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | mermaid, postman |
thread: Mermaid and Postman
Who: Arla Lawrence and David de Souza
When: July 28, afternoon
Where: Mama's Tea and Pie
What: David invited Arla out for pie ... apparently one month is the mutant definition of 'fashionably late'.
It was a tiny restaurant, jammed in between a deli and a stationary store that tried to seem artistic and just looked cheesy. The sign above the door said 'Mama's ...' something or other, letters faded from rain and smog, and in general it seemed to be the sort of place no one in their right mind would ever visit.
Which is probably why David had found it, back when he first came to New York. A creaky, rusting door led to a long, narrow hallway that smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and, further down, of sweet warm things, and the room it eventually opened into was cozy and quiet, and had the strange tendency to make everyone feel as though they were in their grandmother's kitchen. David occasionally wondered if Mama, whoever she was, had an ability that ran along those lines.
Seated at a small table by the wall, he leaned back in his surprisingly comfortable chair, and watched as the waiter - kid couldn't have been more than thirteen, probably spent most of his days trying to be tough and didn't tell his gang he worked afternoons at his grandma's pie shop - sauntered away to pass on the order of two slices of blueberry pie. Sort of like a picture pulled out of David's past, he could see himself in the same place doing much the same thing, and even now he looked like he belonged, jeans and a tshirt, comfortably casual without trying too hard at it.
It an interesting place, he thought, turning his gaze to slant a look across the table at Arla. She hadn't wanted to come, almost as much as she had wanted to come. It would be interesting to see what she made of this whole thing.