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< Acting the Part >
Jan. 17th, 2012 07:33 pmThe little café was crowded, no empty tables anywhere. There was no way, though, that Sebastian Moran was going to eat anywhere else today. After eighteen months, his boss had given him a bonus. A large one. Enough, he'd been delighted to find out after doing the figures, to put a down payment on a very nice car. The least Moore could do for dragging him away from date after date.
He saw a table with only one man at it. Casually dressed and obviously not from the area, judging by his baseball cap sporting a Union Jack. Something like that? Almost definitely American. Good. Maybe he wouldn't mind a little boldness.
"I'm sorry," Sebastian said as he approached. "Feel free to tell me to piss off, but... This place is packed. So... You waitin' for someone? Or can I snag a seat?"
The former soldier gave his best smile, though his expression is one of preparing for the worst. It's presumptuous, at best. Rude, at worst. But there was room at the table, and to be asked. He could at least hope his odds were better if he asked a tourist.
He saw a table with only one man at it. Casually dressed and obviously not from the area, judging by his baseball cap sporting a Union Jack. Something like that? Almost definitely American. Good. Maybe he wouldn't mind a little boldness.
"I'm sorry," Sebastian said as he approached. "Feel free to tell me to piss off, but... This place is packed. So... You waitin' for someone? Or can I snag a seat?"
The former soldier gave his best smile, though his expression is one of preparing for the worst. It's presumptuous, at best. Rude, at worst. But there was room at the table, and to be asked. He could at least hope his odds were better if he asked a tourist.
