08-01-2014, 02:22 PM
Pyotr smiled at Jensen. "I guess you could say that. I was raised in the Catholic Church, but I don't really go to Mass much anymore. Mostly just on Christmas and Easter."
The air was cold and bit at Pyotr's clean shaven face. He thought of maybe growing a winter beard, but knew his boss would probably frown at that. He just got on the man's good side and didn't need to ruin that at this point.
At that point a young boy of about 10 bumped into him and said, "Sorry, mister."
The boy kept moving and Pyotr frowned, shrugged and opened the door to the restaurant for Jensen. A hand touched his shoulder and pointed jumped in surprise before looking over his shoulder to see a woman about thirty holding his wallet.
"I think you dropped this."
she said as Pyotr turned around to accept his wallet.
The pieces clicked together and Pyotr realized the young boy had pick-pocketed him. Pyotr look past the woman, but the boy was gone. Pyotr felt no anger - only sympathy. The young boy was probably hungry and Pyotr would have at least given him some money for food. It was Christmastime and a time for giving.
Pyotr turned back to the woman and smiled, "Thank you for returning this. I'm Pyotr and this is Jensen. We were just about to have lunch if you'd like to join us. At least let me pay for your meal or some coffee. It's the least I could do."
The air was cold and bit at Pyotr's clean shaven face. He thought of maybe growing a winter beard, but knew his boss would probably frown at that. He just got on the man's good side and didn't need to ruin that at this point.
At that point a young boy of about 10 bumped into him and said, "Sorry, mister."
The boy kept moving and Pyotr frowned, shrugged and opened the door to the restaurant for Jensen. A hand touched his shoulder and pointed jumped in surprise before looking over his shoulder to see a woman about thirty holding his wallet.
"I think you dropped this."
she said as Pyotr turned around to accept his wallet.
The pieces clicked together and Pyotr realized the young boy had pick-pocketed him. Pyotr look past the woman, but the boy was gone. Pyotr felt no anger - only sympathy. The young boy was probably hungry and Pyotr would have at least given him some money for food. It was Christmastime and a time for giving.
Pyotr turned back to the woman and smiled, "Thank you for returning this. I'm Pyotr and this is Jensen. We were just about to have lunch if you'd like to join us. At least let me pay for your meal or some coffee. It's the least I could do."