01-30-2014, 07:09 AM
The coffee warmed him from the inside out. Despite the turbulent path that carried him to Moscow in the first place, Jensen had to assume he'd never get used to the weather. When he left Texas for crying out loud, he didn't even own a coat.
Tony strolled in with a smile that was contagious in a way. What it elicited from Jensen was more of the awkward chuckle of embarrassment than one of joy. He scratched his temple thoughtfully. "Its been an interesting couple of days. So I suppose I could say I've been turbulent."
There was that pastoral flair for the dramatic. "But its all likely for the best."
He pushed the second cup forward in case Tony was interested in it. Curls of steam wafted from the dark surface, untainted by additives - quite unlike his own. Jensen had no clue how Tony liked his coffee, but once and if he learned, it was the kind of detail he would remember in a future friend.
"Thank-you for coming like this. After the way we met before,"
his cheeks tingled warm, "-well, you're a good man, Tony."
He dug the old iScreen out of his pocket and pushed it over alongside the cup of coffee. It was already programmed to show a very short paragraph in the local news about the incident with the gangs' shootout. It'd been hard enough to find any article about the event, as catastrophic as it was personally. Tony seemed connected in a way, but he may very easily have no clue it had ever happened.
"I was there for that,"
Jensen thumbed his cup uneasily, "and was part of what really happened. And now, I don't know what to do with myself."
He glanced around quickly. If someone was listening, so far there was nothing particularly incriminating about his words, but whether its paranoia or simply being mindful, Jensen was determined to be more careful in the future. Hopefully that works out.
"I was hoping you could help,"
he said.
Tony strolled in with a smile that was contagious in a way. What it elicited from Jensen was more of the awkward chuckle of embarrassment than one of joy. He scratched his temple thoughtfully. "Its been an interesting couple of days. So I suppose I could say I've been turbulent."
There was that pastoral flair for the dramatic. "But its all likely for the best."
He pushed the second cup forward in case Tony was interested in it. Curls of steam wafted from the dark surface, untainted by additives - quite unlike his own. Jensen had no clue how Tony liked his coffee, but once and if he learned, it was the kind of detail he would remember in a future friend.
"Thank-you for coming like this. After the way we met before,"
his cheeks tingled warm, "-well, you're a good man, Tony."
He dug the old iScreen out of his pocket and pushed it over alongside the cup of coffee. It was already programmed to show a very short paragraph in the local news about the incident with the gangs' shootout. It'd been hard enough to find any article about the event, as catastrophic as it was personally. Tony seemed connected in a way, but he may very easily have no clue it had ever happened.
"I was there for that,"
Jensen thumbed his cup uneasily, "and was part of what really happened. And now, I don't know what to do with myself."
He glanced around quickly. If someone was listening, so far there was nothing particularly incriminating about his words, but whether its paranoia or simply being mindful, Jensen was determined to be more careful in the future. Hopefully that works out.
"I was hoping you could help,"
he said.