Tobias "Toby" Bryson (infortunium) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-21 21:10:00 |
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Ghosts of the Past
Toby had spent most of the day in the upstairs part of his coffee shop, going through paperwork and trying to make sure that everything was in order for when it eventually opened. That included scheduling boring things like fire safety checks and a guy with a clipboard coming around and poking at the walls to make sure that it wasn't going to fall down. There was so much legal red-tape that it made Toby's head hurt.
He raked his fingers through his hair, locking the front door to what was slowly shaping up to look like a cafe. He had the counter and display cabinet ordered and it would be arriving within the week. He needed to speak with Bastian at some point.
He crossed the street, pulling his jacket tighter around himself, adjusting the way the bag was sat on his shoulder.
His feet hit the sidewalk and he felt eyes on him, causing him to turn, eyes falling on what looked like a familiar face on the opposite side of the street. The blonde hair was unchanged in two years, light eyes clear even from across the street.
She smiled at him, but instead of a joyful smile it was cruel, malicious. The smile of a predator that had finally tracked down its prey and was going to play with it before eating it.
Toby blinked, stumbling back a couple of steps instantly, panicking at first but then she was gone, disappeared into the crowd or just into thin air he didn't know.
He can't have seen her. Not really.
...Right?
He needed a drink.