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By ohfan007
Part 1
Author's note: this may be considered an alternitve universe by some, and if that is how you wish to accept it, that is fine.
disclaimer: Most of these characters do not belong to me, the minor characters do. This includes the waiter, Fanny's friends, and various other people, some who haven't introduced them selves to me.
George Fraley sits at his computer, in a small viennese cafe in Atlanta, checking his emails. The week light from above gives his brown wavy hair, a strange glow. He shuffles through his you could win, why not buy this, free porn, we have a great deal for you, here is a forward I thought you would like mail, quickly. He hates spam mail, and most of the information are about things he doesn't want, -or- care about. He opens one entitled 'Hello'. He laughs. It has something to do with being a law enforcement agent/government agent in three weeks, no questions, -or- background checks asked. That's a good one, if the Atlanta P.D. -or- The FBI hired people like that, there would be a giant problem on everyone's hands. He reports the email address to abuse, and sends a copy of it to one of his friends at the Atlanta Pd. He keeps it in his mailbox, he will show his co-workers at the FBI tomorrow. They may find it amusing. He sips his coffee, and a waiter sets a soda in front of him. "I didn't order this." He looks up into the waiter's handsome blue eyes. He hopes he isn't being hit on, he doesn't have the time for a relationship right now, especially since the hair brain stunt Rich pulled right before they broke up.
"I didn't send it, One of the four ladies over there did, they must not know about you." The waiter says winking.
"What do you..." George can't finish his sentence because the waiter takes off. I bloody forgot everyone in Atlanta knew I like men. They must not have heard about my like for women,too. His brown eyes turn sad. He never really had much luck with women, that why he always told people he was just gay, and not bi. Lately hes been thinking of giving up men, and women though. He tries to look across the foggy cafe. His eyes scan the table the waiter had pointed. Oh, crap, Bailey Malone's daughter, Francis, was at that table. Bailey was his boss, so, he hopes the soda wasn't sent by Frances. Though she may be an interesting catch. "What are you thinking, George, you promised yourself you would be off the dating scene for awhile, you haven't slept with a woman in five years, you probably have forgotten how." He scolds himself. He watches her stand, and head toward his direction. He tries to look back to his computer monitor, but her eyes catch his before he can turn. "She has to have brown eyes, I fall to easily for the ones with brown eyes." He thinks trying to remove himself from her gaze. It doesn't work, she sautees over to his table and sits next to him.
"Hello, Good looking." She says seducitivly.
"Hi, thanks for the soda."
"You're welcome, I would have sent you a bourbon, but you don't look the type." She answers.
Too bad right now he could really use strong liquor. He sips his coffee, hoping it won't offend her since he has half a cup left. "Well, you don't look like the type who can buy liquor for at least another year." He comments. He knows in actuality, she can't buy it for three more years, but he does know that if something does happen, Bailey cannot make her file a statory rape charge. Though, in a way, he doesn't want anything to happen. Maybe he should just tell her he is gay, but that's not entirely the truth, and unfortunately, in a way, he does want something to happen. It has been so long, maybe now will be his chance to find true love. The fact that she is eighteen and he is almost twenty years older, and the fact Bailey is not a nice guy when he's angry, haven't even hit him yet.
"You are almost correct, good looking, so how's about you tell me your name?" She gives him a sweet smile, her brown eyes lighting up.
His eyes drop into his coffee mug, her eyes are so beautiful, they remind him of Bailey as well, and he knows he will probably get in a lot of trouble for this. It is not a crime though if they just talk, and maybe before they start to get beyond talking, one of the three girls Frances had been talking to, will come and save her, explain to her calmly she is dealing with a queer, and they will both walk off glaring at him. He doesn't want that, but he can't expect more than that. He looks up. He takes a tiny sip of coffee, and clears his throat with a tiny hmm. "George, and what is your name, my little browned eyed enchantress."
Her smiles broadens, and she appears to blush. "My name is Frances, but you can call me Franny."
"Why Franny, I believe Frances suits your beauty more." He looks out of the corner of his eyes for her friends. He knows, with that evil waiter around they will be coming soon, and he will probably end up with the soda, -or- even the coffee thrown at him, and being called a liar, -or- some other filthy name, but her friends are not moving.
She bites the inside of her lip. "Thank you, but I don't really like Francis, it sounds too old fashion."
He nods. "I will call you Franny then, I do not want to upset you.I am sorry."
"No, you don't have to apologize. I sounds nice when you call me Frances, you can call me that."
"Okay, Francis, so, how are you today...." He pauses. "I'm sorry...its been a while since I've done this." He laughs nervously.
She gives him a weak smile. "I have never done this,...I mean approach a guy... So, I guess we are both new at this... I had planned out what I was going to say, after I sent the drink, but I forgot most of it." She fidgets with her black shoulder link hair, twirling the same strand on and off her finger
"What do you remember?"
"I was going to say something about how you look cute sitting by yourself over here, and then some corny pickup line...I am sorry, you must think me totally stupid. I am acting like an idiot... I'll let you finish what you were doing." She stands up, making sure her red skirt is straightened.
"No, don't go. I wasn't very busy, and it has been a few days, since I have talked to anyone, I have been so busy staring at a computer. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, please?" He gives her a tentitve smile.
She sits back onto the red cushioned chair. "Okay, I would like that." She gives him a smile.
(end of part one)
By ohfan007
Part 1
Author's note: this may be considered an alternitve universe by some, and if that is how you wish to accept it, that is fine.
disclaimer: Most of these characters do not belong to me, the minor characters do. This includes the waiter, Fanny's friends, and various other people, some who haven't introduced them selves to me.
George Fraley sits at his computer, in a small viennese cafe in Atlanta, checking his emails. The week light from above gives his brown wavy hair, a strange glow. He shuffles through his you could win, why not buy this, free porn, we have a great deal for you, here is a forward I thought you would like mail, quickly. He hates spam mail, and most of the information are about things he doesn't want, -or- care about. He opens one entitled 'Hello'. He laughs. It has something to do with being a law enforcement agent/government agent in three weeks, no questions, -or- background checks asked. That's a good one, if the Atlanta P.D. -or- The FBI hired people like that, there would be a giant problem on everyone's hands. He reports the email address to abuse, and sends a copy of it to one of his friends at the Atlanta Pd. He keeps it in his mailbox, he will show his co-workers at the FBI tomorrow. They may find it amusing. He sips his coffee, and a waiter sets a soda in front of him. "I didn't order this." He looks up into the waiter's handsome blue eyes. He hopes he isn't being hit on, he doesn't have the time for a relationship right now, especially since the hair brain stunt Rich pulled right before they broke up.
"I didn't send it, One of the four ladies over there did, they must not know about you." The waiter says winking.
"What do you..." George can't finish his sentence because the waiter takes off. I bloody forgot everyone in Atlanta knew I like men. They must not have heard about my like for women,too. His brown eyes turn sad. He never really had much luck with women, that why he always told people he was just gay, and not bi. Lately hes been thinking of giving up men, and women though. He tries to look across the foggy cafe. His eyes scan the table the waiter had pointed. Oh, crap, Bailey Malone's daughter, Francis, was at that table. Bailey was his boss, so, he hopes the soda wasn't sent by Frances. Though she may be an interesting catch. "What are you thinking, George, you promised yourself you would be off the dating scene for awhile, you haven't slept with a woman in five years, you probably have forgotten how." He scolds himself. He watches her stand, and head toward his direction. He tries to look back to his computer monitor, but her eyes catch his before he can turn. "She has to have brown eyes, I fall to easily for the ones with brown eyes." He thinks trying to remove himself from her gaze. It doesn't work, she sautees over to his table and sits next to him.
"Hello, Good looking." She says seducitivly.
"Hi, thanks for the soda."
"You're welcome, I would have sent you a bourbon, but you don't look the type." She answers.
Too bad right now he could really use strong liquor. He sips his coffee, hoping it won't offend her since he has half a cup left. "Well, you don't look like the type who can buy liquor for at least another year." He comments. He knows in actuality, she can't buy it for three more years, but he does know that if something does happen, Bailey cannot make her file a statory rape charge. Though, in a way, he doesn't want anything to happen. Maybe he should just tell her he is gay, but that's not entirely the truth, and unfortunately, in a way, he does want something to happen. It has been so long, maybe now will be his chance to find true love. The fact that she is eighteen and he is almost twenty years older, and the fact Bailey is not a nice guy when he's angry, haven't even hit him yet.
"You are almost correct, good looking, so how's about you tell me your name?" She gives him a sweet smile, her brown eyes lighting up.
His eyes drop into his coffee mug, her eyes are so beautiful, they remind him of Bailey as well, and he knows he will probably get in a lot of trouble for this. It is not a crime though if they just talk, and maybe before they start to get beyond talking, one of the three girls Frances had been talking to, will come and save her, explain to her calmly she is dealing with a queer, and they will both walk off glaring at him. He doesn't want that, but he can't expect more than that. He looks up. He takes a tiny sip of coffee, and clears his throat with a tiny hmm. "George, and what is your name, my little browned eyed enchantress."
Her smiles broadens, and she appears to blush. "My name is Frances, but you can call me Franny."
"Why Franny, I believe Frances suits your beauty more." He looks out of the corner of his eyes for her friends. He knows, with that evil waiter around they will be coming soon, and he will probably end up with the soda, -or- even the coffee thrown at him, and being called a liar, -or- some other filthy name, but her friends are not moving.
She bites the inside of her lip. "Thank you, but I don't really like Francis, it sounds too old fashion."
He nods. "I will call you Franny then, I do not want to upset you.I am sorry."
"No, you don't have to apologize. I sounds nice when you call me Frances, you can call me that."
"Okay, Francis, so, how are you today...." He pauses. "I'm sorry...its been a while since I've done this." He laughs nervously.
She gives him a weak smile. "I have never done this,...I mean approach a guy... So, I guess we are both new at this... I had planned out what I was going to say, after I sent the drink, but I forgot most of it." She fidgets with her black shoulder link hair, twirling the same strand on and off her finger
"What do you remember?"
"I was going to say something about how you look cute sitting by yourself over here, and then some corny pickup line...I am sorry, you must think me totally stupid. I am acting like an idiot... I'll let you finish what you were doing." She stands up, making sure her red skirt is straightened.
"No, don't go. I wasn't very busy, and it has been a few days, since I have talked to anyone, I have been so busy staring at a computer. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, please?" He gives her a tentitve smile.
She sits back onto the red cushioned chair. "Okay, I would like that." She gives him a smile.
(end of part one)