07-31-2014, 08:12 AM
They shook hands. Jensen had a gentle, but encapsulating handshake that was glad to make Pyotr's acquaintance.
Jensen was glad for the space once they made it outside. Not only was the service incredibly full, but they seemed to be walking against the current.
With the extra space, Jensen zipped up his coat. It a short leather coat with yellow accents that fit snug around his waist. A motorcycle jacket built to keep him warm without adding bulk. He pulled on matching gloves. The weather was nicer today than it had been, but it was still below freezing. Snow remained piled against buildings even if the sidewalks were clear.
"Walking's great. I should stretch my legs anyway. I'm typically asleep this time of day, so the cold air feels good."
He stifled a yawn, "I'm usually up all night, but I am looking forward to good diner coffee."
He didn't want to say that he worked nights, because technically he didn't have a job and to suggest otherwise felt like a lie.
He followed Pyotr's general direction but while the two men kept pace with one another, neither dallied for which Jensen was thankful. The cold prickled his face like the stubble along his jaw.
"Have you always been catholic, Pyotr?"
Jensen was glad for the space once they made it outside. Not only was the service incredibly full, but they seemed to be walking against the current.
With the extra space, Jensen zipped up his coat. It a short leather coat with yellow accents that fit snug around his waist. A motorcycle jacket built to keep him warm without adding bulk. He pulled on matching gloves. The weather was nicer today than it had been, but it was still below freezing. Snow remained piled against buildings even if the sidewalks were clear.
"Walking's great. I should stretch my legs anyway. I'm typically asleep this time of day, so the cold air feels good."
He stifled a yawn, "I'm usually up all night, but I am looking forward to good diner coffee."
He didn't want to say that he worked nights, because technically he didn't have a job and to suggest otherwise felt like a lie.
He followed Pyotr's general direction but while the two men kept pace with one another, neither dallied for which Jensen was thankful. The cold prickled his face like the stubble along his jaw.
"Have you always been catholic, Pyotr?"