Who: Lazzaro Fierro and Bryn Sieger Where: Main living room of the mansion When: Late afternoon Rating: PG Status: In progress
Books were not human beings. This was something that Lazzaro Fierro was thoroughly aware of. And yet there were times when he thought the pages of a book were more fulfilling and interesting than a conversation with another person. And he didn't care if people thought that was strange. So what? He'd been in love with literature for practically his entire life. No reason to change the way he thought and acted just because of what someone else said about him.
So, as one would likely believe, Laz was situated in a comfy armchair, his gaze locked in the fine print of Angels and Demons. He'd meant to read the book that came before The Da Vinci for awhile now, but had never gotten around to it between work and reading the advanced copies for possible book signings. It was interesting, to say the least, enough to involve his mind more than most books had lately. Bookish and intellectual as he was, he was a thinker through and through. Always had been and always would be.
Looking away from the text, he leaned his head back a little, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Quiet, relaxed...perfect. This is what ideal afternoons were like.