Loren & JulesWhat:
A Russian teahouse in GothamWhen:
was extravagant, even in the day time. Most of the ourists came from breakfast or brunch, and by now, most customers were dwindling out because it was getting later and colder. The threat of cold only really bothered the tourists anyway, and this was one of the most touristy joints in town, so soon enough the opulent place was close to vacant.
Ordering in Russian made the server smile and nod, and the booth that they gave him was in one of the far corners, without even a request. Maybe it was the suit and tie, the Prussian ice of his eyes, but they gave it to him, and Loren sat. He liked the booth, it didn't corner him and it have him a very good view of the front entrance. The waitress, the blonde-side of auburn and very young walked up to ask him what he'd like to drink. Loren ordered tea, and when the girl turned away with a nod, he thought of Hannah. But only for a moment before he smoothed his tie and waited.