Arthur sat as all the world passed him by, all pleasant as it wound away. This world knows him and well to, but it holds a silent note, because a face cannot be put to the name.
London is too loud, especially at this time of year. Cambridge is his dwelling for now and the quiet little hum as he sat in the small café. Unrecognisable but not unnoticed.
Norden (water and owner of the café) had noticed his new regular, had noted how familiar he looked. He had longed to speak with the man, but from experience had learned not to pry. The man seemed so distant in his own mind, he belonged yet he didn't and as he served him for the second time he could not help what left his mind.
"Kann ich dich sehen lachelin?"
"Pardon?" Came the reply, quick as lightning as striking green eyes fell on him.
"Oh, urr.. sorry, can I get you a refill?" Norden corrected quickly, hoping to god the man didn't know German. A smirk curled on to Arthurs face as he answered plainly and clearly, "Warum wollen Sie mich lächeln sehen?"
Norden stood there, mortified. The customer just laughed good-naturedly holding out his hand, "Arthur Kirkland."
"Norden Braun" Norden smiled, tacking the soft hand in his.
Translation:
Kann ich dich sehen lachelin
Can I see you smile?
Warum wollen Sie mich lächeln sehen?
Why would you want to see me smile?
Norden Braun
North Brown (random words XD)
Plez correct me on the German bits
