First Meetings
"To communicate through silence is a link between the thoughts of man." ~Marcel Marceau
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She should have never gone today, not in this rain, and most defiantly not the child. The dark haired woman of petit frame and curvy build thought rather bitterly as she ushered the quiet five year old into the small restaurant diner. Of course it hadn't actually been raining when they set out that morning to run errands, and rain had not even been in the day's forecast. But the facts remain, that perhaps they should have just stayed home.
The waitress comes around after the little family has settled in their booth, hands the mother a menu and the little girl a coloring book. She had left it the last time they had been in the diner. "Busy day Mrs. Sinclair?" Victoria nods her head at the teen.
"You have no idea, if I had known it was going to rain this badly I would have stayed at home." The young waitress just laughs. It was no secret that Victoria Sinclair hated the rain.
"I'm sure, y'all still living in the old manor?" She nodded her head in response, the Sinclair estate was thirty minutes outside of town and down some very windy roads. It could become a very dangerous drive during the right conditions. Old back roads and all.
"Of course, been in the family for generations. Plus being that far away does have its perks." Like never having to deal with other people. It was also no secret that since the woman's husband died she had become a bit of a recluse.
"Sure, sure, I assume you just want to get the usual?" Victoria nods her head at the question and hands over the menu.
"Thank you." She receives a smile.
"It will be right out." Victoria watches the young girl walk away before turning to look at her daughter who has stopped coloring to stare at whomever had just entered the diner to get out of the rain.
"Annette?" The little girl shakes her head before going back to her book. How odd?
The man in the doorway appears normal, a bit over dressed for the likes of this place, but normal. Victoria shakes her head before turning back to watch the child color. No use worrying over the strange things her daughter occasionally did. Like stare openly at nicely dressed men.
The moment he entered the little diner in the small southern town he felt like there was something off. Everything appeared normal, just humans seeking shelter from the storm outside. He notices the little girl soon after. More importantly the almost knowing stare he is getting from her. How strange.
He takes a seat in one of the more secluded booths, a young waitress approaches moments later. She rattles of her name and ask him what he would like to drink. "Coffee, please." It's been a long day, and he needs the distraction. The girl gives him a smile as she writes the drink down.
He doesn't take anymore notice of the small family several booths away as he pulls out his phone. The waitress comes by sometime later and sets the coffee to the side, leaving a few creamer packets on the table. Elijah all but blocks the rest of the room from his thoughts. There is confliction settling over him and he would like to take this moment just to think.
He is perfectly content just to sit alone until the storm passes. Just his thoughts and the coffee to keep him company. However that does not seem to be the proceeding of the evening. A small hand pats the side of his arm, he puts his phone down. The little girl from before.
"Hello?" She holds out a brightly colored page from. He can see that her mother in watching but hasn't made a move to get up yet, so this must be a normal occurrence for the child.
The little girl doesn't speak but she hold the page out further, indicating that she wants him to have it. Carefully he accepts the sheet from the little girl. She smile brightly at him before turning and walking back towards her mother and their booth. Elijah cannot help but to smile back.
Children amaze him.
Victoria watches her daughter with hawk like eyes, Annette is climbing back into the booth a thoughtful expression on her face as she does so. "That was nice of you sweetie." The little girl nods her head as if she agrees with her mother's statement before turning back to her coloring book.
Elijah is official intrigued.
When the waitress comes back around with a refill for his coffee she smile at the drawing that he is still holding. "You're the first person she's ever left the booth by herself to give a drawing too. Usually Mrs. Sinclair is with her." She informs him while filling the drink.
He takes that information in and nods his head. What an interesting child.
It takes a while for the rain to clear up, and when it does he notices that only then does the mother get up from her booth. The little girl skips ahead, giving him a small wave as she passes her mother takes a bit longer as she settles the ticket and leaves a rather large tip for the waitress who from the looks of it is trying to refuse. She does actually stops at his table and gives him a kind smile.
"Thank you." The mother tells him, and in all the years he has been alive it is probably the strangest encounter of his life. Elijah for once doesn't really know how to respond to that.
What a strange day.
He is not alone in his thoughts.
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