afternoon snack. Characters: Julien, Cordelia and open. Setting: La Boulangerie, early afternoon. Summary: Julien goes down to La Boulangerie for some pie, a mint julep and some TLC.
Julien's morning had been painfully uneventful. Without the need for a job, he spent most of his days working to rebuild the city, shoveling dirt and tearing down wreckage. There was less of it now than there was right after the storm, but there was still much to be done. And after a solid six hours of sweating under the blistering Louisiana sun up to his ankles dirt and grime Julien headed home to his apartment in the French Quarter for a cold shower.
Spoiled brat that he was, it was only a short walk downstairs to the finest bakery this side of the country, so he made the trip in a fresh pair of khaki slacks and a loose white button up over a white tank top. Julien tried to make a point never to wear jeans out of the house unless he was working outside -- he was raised better than that. As his mother always said, 'jeans are for young men too poor or careless to dress like they intend to keep the company of civilized human beings'. Sometimes he cheated on that rule a bit, after all Mother and Father had been living in North Carolina for some years now, and (aside from desperately urging him to settle down and get married) they didn't have much sway over what he did in his life.
When he stepped through the door of the bakery, the little bell rang and he immediately started looking around for Cordelia. La Boulangerie was always on the better side of busy which Julien was glad of for the sake of business, but it did often make it a bit more difficult for him to steal its owner away. "Delia? You back dere, cher?"