Nights in Paris - Chapter 2
Sonny glanced at the address in his notebook and looked up at the apartment. So this is where the guy lives. He knocked on Deiter's door as a sudden uneasiness came over him. There was cursing then the sound of objects falling.
"Come in." Sonny walked in and looked around the rather crowded apartment full of films, books, and - was that a snake? It was a pretty odd place to develop photos at, but it probably seemed to work for Deiter.
There was a man crouched down by his desk struggling to pick up the fallen photographs. Sonny cautiously approached him.
"Are you Deiter Von Schwesterkrank? " The man looked up at Sonny.
"Yes I am. And I take it you are here to pick something up ...?" Sonny awkwardly pulled a crumpled up list from his jean pocket and handed it to Deiter.
"What is this? I can't really read it." He gave back to him in disgust.
"I need photos for Minette?" Sonny stated, hoping that he would understand and stop staring at him like that.
"Ah. Minette. I haven't gotten around to developing them yet. " Sonny frowned.
"You don't expect me to tell her that, do you?"
"Oh. I forget how Minette can be when she doesn't get her way." The words were expressed in disgust also. "If you need them so badly, you can do it." Deiter pointed to a book on a table next to a fish tank. "There is a book on how to do it. If you have any questions, I'm right here. But please don't ask too many questions, as I have work of my own." Sonny sighed. He was obviously on his own with this one.
Along with the other things he had to do. Great.
'Deiter's such a straight forward guy. There's something about him that I don't really like...