WHO: Hugh and André WHAT: Coffee and grinding bones. WHERE: The Salon WHEN: Monday, about midday WHY: Introductions RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete/closed
He'd not got as much done as he'd wanted. He'd wanted to have the front window done by now, and spend the rest of the day working on the inside displays. Then on Tuesday he could panic and decide he hated the arrangements, re-do them all and then about five minutes before the opening on Wednesday he could decide he preferred them the first way and freak out again. Hugh knew what he was like, and he was going to give himself time to go through the motions.
But the idea of doing gift-baskets had distracted him and he'd spent a good two hours planning those and then he'd realised he was hungry, and thirsty, and so he'd sworn to himself he'd get a move on that afternoon.
He slipped on his jacket- something off-the-peg that he'd had to... size up a little, but he liked it, it made him look like some sort of American football player, all white and red. And it didn't make him look like a house. Always a good thing.
And so feel a little better about the windows, he attempted to find this bakery, ending up getting fairly lost before catching the scent of something delicious on the breeze. He followed his nose, around the corner and there it was. And as usual, he had to duck to get into the door, but at least inside the ceiling was high. And it was a pretty cute place. Although he could tell already that he'd never get his knees under the tables.
"Er..." He began, making his way to the front and the counter. "Can I get a coffee? And some cakes?"