(Thanks again to chrono-contract and just another fma fan, and thanks to Welcomer, iKiller-Panda, and A New Dreamer for the reviews. As for ideas and states, I'm welcome to ideas but the whole thing is based on coin flips, no srsly it is.
Sincerely calamityRED~)
How he ended up eating a free breakfast was beyond Fredrick Ernst.
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It wasn't unusual for Fredrick to eat at Side-Road Diner outside Charleston, a morning stop for him, but in recent months his luck and wallet were down. For you see Fredrick was a realtor, not a great job to have during economic downturn. He mused over his third coffee cup unfolding and refolding his cell-phone in hopes someone would call, an offer, a seller, something.
But alas his phone didn't ring and coffee grew cold as he dwelt in self doubt. Admittedly he wasn't the best communicator, a skill that comes in handy in selling homes; he was quite an introvert really.
His stomach growled once more as he took a sip of cold coffee to drown the sound out. Every penny counted during these days so he opted to skip breakfast with its unsatisfying results.
"Hey, you alright?" Asked a stranger sitting to his right.
"Hmmm?" Fredrick replied half awake despite his coffee binge.
"You look tired and hungry; let me treat to breakfast alright?" Spoke the blond stranger, almost demanding that he be taken up on his offer like he was some sort of champion of the tired and weak.
"Uh, sure." He said slightly better then before.
"So what's a real estate agent doing here?"
"How did you…?"
"Name tag 'Fredrick'." He replied with a smile behind his glasses glare. Fredrick smirked back shaking his head. This guy was a character, somehow he knew it having only known him for a few moments.
"Of course."
"Speaking of, pick a course!" The stranger exclaimed waving around a laminated menu. The diner did serve your typical diner foods, but because they close proximity to the ocean they sometimes had a seafood catch.
"Carolina bounty doesn't sound half bad." He noted skimming done the menu leaving Fredrick watching to act.
"'Sure, I'm open for anything, especially if it's free" he said with a full smile. That guy held an aura too, he supposed. That and being quite a character, he noted, as the blond stranger waved for service quite energetically.
After that the words flew along with time as Fredrick loosened his reclusive tendencies and began speaking freely with, he learned, Alfred who was traveling by bike across the states. He spoke of his rather dumpster luck with selling homes and how folks didn't seem to want to buy, course Alfred gave pointers on the subject, a subject Fredrick was sure he had no business or knowledge in. But he listened to whatever advice Alfred gave advice that seemed far too wise for him to have gather in the young blond's life.
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"But I'm telling ya, that's all there is to it Fredrick!" Alfred said with enthusiasm chewing on the last bit of his unbreakfast food of hamburger for God knows why Fredrick thought.
"You sure Alfred?" He said after hearing advice for the past hour.
"Course!" He said footing a rather large tip on the diner counter with helmet in hand.
"Hey next time you in town, come on by and I'll treat you the breakfast alright?" Fredrick said lifting his drink to Alfred.
"Will do if I'm around." He nodded back with a smile before taking leave.
"Quite a character huh?" Said the waitress standing behind the diner island.
"Sure is." Fredrick answered back with a laugh. Then the strangest thing happen as Alfred rode off, his phone rang with buyers, strange stuff Fredrick thought, strange stuff indeed.