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Ok, next chapter. A rather short one I'm afraid, but I promise the next instalment will be longer. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming.
She could feel the world starting to slip back. Stretching lazily she pulled the warm blanket over her head with a groan, not wanting to face the world yet. She almost had a heart attack when she heard the now familiar voice.
" Good Afternoon Emily. You must be hungry my dear. I was thinking that we should go to a café for our lunch since you seem to have reservations about my culinary skills."
"What time is it?" she mumbled from beneath the blanket
He smiled at her.
" It is almost quarter past twelve. There are a number of excellent outdoor cafes in Florence, although I doubt you'll see many if you continue to hide under a blanket"
Could she do this? She thought to herself. Too late for that
Throwing the blanket to her feet, she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. Pulling herself into a sitting position she squinted up at Dr lector and offered him a half smile. One that he returned she was happy to see.
" Much better. Now why don't you go use the facilities while I make us a cup of coffee hmmm?"
She sighed. This all seemed too normal, too everyday. She felt as though she was in a dream, one that she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to wake from.
" Yeah, Thanks" she said awkwardly, swinging her legs down to the cold stone floor she gingerly stood up, walking a few feet way from the watchful doctor before stopping and frowning. Looking to her left and right she about turned and with a sheepish expression asked,
" Umm where's the bathroom?"
" Down the hall, first of your left" he replied smoothly, trying to keep his face neutral.
Without another word she quickly walked out to the hall.
Forty-five minutes later they were ready to leave, and with another glare from the good doctor, they made their way onto the bright plaza. She cast a longwise glance at him. He was wearing an expensive looking cream suit with a red tie, and a white fedora tilted at the front. Topped with a pair of dark sunglasses she was impressed at the way he managed to hide his face and still look elegant. She would have probably walked by him in the street without a second glance, but she was sure that was his aim. She had to admit that she felt a little more relaxed with him on the street than she did in the house. When he started walking down the plaza at a leisurely pace she instinctively followed a step behind. She had no idea where they were headed, obviously a café, he had said that much and she would be lying if she said that food didn't sound good right about now. Walking for another ten minutes, the constant crowd of people who were constantly elbowing her and bumping into her were starting to grate on her nerves and she found she had to bite her tongue from shouting obscenity's at a few of them. Just when she thought about walking directly behind Dr Lector as he seemed to pass through the mass without so much as a touch, he stopped abruptly and she almost walked into the back of him. Turning her head she saw they were standing in front of an expensive looking restaurant, the kind that had tinted windows so you couldn't see who was inside. Looking from the windows to Dr Lector then to herself and her state of dress, she glanced back up at him with a raised eyebrow.
" Dr Lec…"
" Mind your tongue Emily," he scolded mildly but seriously.
Her face flushed red, but she met his stare with one of her own. He winked at her then and placed his hands behind his back.
" Your attire should not cause you concern, although while on the subject a shopping trip may be in order while you are here. "
If it were possible her face reddened even more, although this were due to indignation rather than embarrassment. Before she had the chance to make a witty comeback, he was already making his way into the café, selecting a secluded seating area and motioning for the waiter. Grumbling under her breath she made her way to the seat, planting herself on the one opposite his own. He was talking to the waiter in fluent Italian, the waiter hastily scribbling onto his order pad. Before she had the chance to even glance at the oversized menu, they were picked up and with a nod the head, the waiter disappeared with them neatly folded under his arm. Before she had the chance to complain about her limited rights when it cam to eating, he began to speak,
" Now Emily, I find myself in a position that I didn't ever expect myself to be in, having children never crossed my mind. I can see you are uncomfortable in my presence, whether this is due to my, what shall we say? Reputation? Or simply that you have come half way around the world to see me, and now that you are faced with your goal, you are unsure on how to continue. My guess is that you didn't think pass the actual meeting, and are now a little confused." Without giving her a chance to interrupt he continued.
" Don't answer yet Emily, I haven't finished. " He glanced at her sad face knowing he had hit home.
" You have questions Emily, You just don't know them yet. You are lost, afraid. You still grieve for your mother, and are suddenly faced with the big bad world, without her shoulder to hide behind. You feel isolated and alone. This is why you came to me."
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Ok, next chapter. A rather short one I'm afraid, but I promise the next instalment will be longer. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming.
She could feel the world starting to slip back. Stretching lazily she pulled the warm blanket over her head with a groan, not wanting to face the world yet. She almost had a heart attack when she heard the now familiar voice.
" Good Afternoon Emily. You must be hungry my dear. I was thinking that we should go to a café for our lunch since you seem to have reservations about my culinary skills."
"What time is it?" she mumbled from beneath the blanket
He smiled at her.
" It is almost quarter past twelve. There are a number of excellent outdoor cafes in Florence, although I doubt you'll see many if you continue to hide under a blanket"
Could she do this? She thought to herself. Too late for that
Throwing the blanket to her feet, she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. Pulling herself into a sitting position she squinted up at Dr lector and offered him a half smile. One that he returned she was happy to see.
" Much better. Now why don't you go use the facilities while I make us a cup of coffee hmmm?"
She sighed. This all seemed too normal, too everyday. She felt as though she was in a dream, one that she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to wake from.
" Yeah, Thanks" she said awkwardly, swinging her legs down to the cold stone floor she gingerly stood up, walking a few feet way from the watchful doctor before stopping and frowning. Looking to her left and right she about turned and with a sheepish expression asked,
" Umm where's the bathroom?"
" Down the hall, first of your left" he replied smoothly, trying to keep his face neutral.
Without another word she quickly walked out to the hall.
Forty-five minutes later they were ready to leave, and with another glare from the good doctor, they made their way onto the bright plaza. She cast a longwise glance at him. He was wearing an expensive looking cream suit with a red tie, and a white fedora tilted at the front. Topped with a pair of dark sunglasses she was impressed at the way he managed to hide his face and still look elegant. She would have probably walked by him in the street without a second glance, but she was sure that was his aim. She had to admit that she felt a little more relaxed with him on the street than she did in the house. When he started walking down the plaza at a leisurely pace she instinctively followed a step behind. She had no idea where they were headed, obviously a café, he had said that much and she would be lying if she said that food didn't sound good right about now. Walking for another ten minutes, the constant crowd of people who were constantly elbowing her and bumping into her were starting to grate on her nerves and she found she had to bite her tongue from shouting obscenity's at a few of them. Just when she thought about walking directly behind Dr Lector as he seemed to pass through the mass without so much as a touch, he stopped abruptly and she almost walked into the back of him. Turning her head she saw they were standing in front of an expensive looking restaurant, the kind that had tinted windows so you couldn't see who was inside. Looking from the windows to Dr Lector then to herself and her state of dress, she glanced back up at him with a raised eyebrow.
" Dr Lec…"
" Mind your tongue Emily," he scolded mildly but seriously.
Her face flushed red, but she met his stare with one of her own. He winked at her then and placed his hands behind his back.
" Your attire should not cause you concern, although while on the subject a shopping trip may be in order while you are here. "
If it were possible her face reddened even more, although this were due to indignation rather than embarrassment. Before she had the chance to make a witty comeback, he was already making his way into the café, selecting a secluded seating area and motioning for the waiter. Grumbling under her breath she made her way to the seat, planting herself on the one opposite his own. He was talking to the waiter in fluent Italian, the waiter hastily scribbling onto his order pad. Before she had the chance to even glance at the oversized menu, they were picked up and with a nod the head, the waiter disappeared with them neatly folded under his arm. Before she had the chance to complain about her limited rights when it cam to eating, he began to speak,
" Now Emily, I find myself in a position that I didn't ever expect myself to be in, having children never crossed my mind. I can see you are uncomfortable in my presence, whether this is due to my, what shall we say? Reputation? Or simply that you have come half way around the world to see me, and now that you are faced with your goal, you are unsure on how to continue. My guess is that you didn't think pass the actual meeting, and are now a little confused." Without giving her a chance to interrupt he continued.
" Don't answer yet Emily, I haven't finished. " He glanced at her sad face knowing he had hit home.
" You have questions Emily, You just don't know them yet. You are lost, afraid. You still grieve for your mother, and are suddenly faced with the big bad world, without her shoulder to hide behind. You feel isolated and alone. This is why you came to me."
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