Morningstar Manor

"... and they are all doing really well here!"

Ricky had risen much earlier than usual to day and was trying to shine while he was showing his garden plot to an older woman in ostentatiously eccentric clothes.

She was sipping a chai latte from the Mocha, and nodding at all the plants.

"This is a lovely place," she said, "full of growth and beauty! Green things seem to love it here."

Ricky nodded, as if the praise was a personal badge of honour.

A tall dark broad-shouldered man came from the elevator to the lobby. With black slightly over-grown hair, low set eyebrows and a stubbled jaw the man in a leather jacket and jeans looked quite a bit like someone you would not want to bump into in a dark alley.

He walked through the lobby and waved a hand that held his new apartment keys to the security guard on the desk. "Cheers mate," he said nodding but without a real smile. He had just been visiting the apartment he would move into during the next two days. Everything looked fine to him, but since it was a Sunday afternoon and he, for once, had nothing else to do, he decided to pop in to see if the pub right around the corner would be as good as he hoped. As an Irishman living away from home he did not mind being surrounded by that culture every now and then.

Soon enough he pushed open the door of the pub and stepped in. He paused to take a look around, and finally when there was just a flicker of a smile on one corner of his lips, he made his way to the counter.

Sheesh, so many fish, not enough IJ to go around.....

All fillable later though! Today hopefully!