08-01-2020, 09:18 PM
Seven guffawed. “Fish? I can do without the nectar of the gods, but oh my friend I can’t fathom going a day without fish,” he said. He smiled generously, implying that no such order was pending. In fact, about that time, the waitress returned with his order, to which he flashed a smile and nod of the head. Her lips pursed embarrassed by Seven’s attention, and she inquired if either of them would like anything else. Seven gave the gentleman a chance to respond. If he had been there a while, perhaps he could use a second serving of his present beverage.
“I like a crowded place. It makes for ample opportunity to converse with those one may not have the chance to encounter elsewhere.” He stretched out a hand in greeting. Seven’s grip was firm, his eye-contact direct. “God morgan. I’m Seven.”
“I like a crowded place. It makes for ample opportunity to converse with those one may not have the chance to encounter elsewhere.” He stretched out a hand in greeting. Seven’s grip was firm, his eye-contact direct. “God morgan. I’m Seven.”