of half-bloods and happenings
red leather
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Robert closed his briefcase, careful to make sure none of his notes were sticking out at the sides. He clicked the metal clasps shut, running his hands briefly along the leather before setting the bag down on the floor. He sighed, sifting his fingertips through his thinning hair.
"You made the right choice, you know."
Robert spun around, startled, to find a woman slouched in the doorway of his office. She wore a red leather jacket, skinny jeans and black combat boots. She was sort of beautiful, in the way sleeping tigers and lions are sort of cute. Robert had never seen her before in his life.
"I'm sorry…?"
"The case today. Those boys deserved prison. It's a shame the rest of the jury didn't think so." The woman cocked her eyebrow at him. "They'll be sorry for it. Karma'll get them in the end." Her smile was bright, full of clenching teeth and wet, red lips. Robert swallowed.
"Um, thanks, I guess. I...I don't remember seeing you in the jury…?"
The woman shrugged. "I'm always around."
"Right...so you knew those guys?"
The woman gave him a strange look. "Of course I do. Once you know one, you know them all. They deserved prison."
"So you keep saying."
"Well, how about we talk it over a bit more? You up for coffee?"
Robert blinked. In the space of two minutes, he'd gone from heading to his boring home from his boring work to being asked out by a total stranger dressed entirely in leather and with more menace than a bikie. But had she just asked him out? He couldn't be sure. "You want coffee...with me...to talk the court case over?" he clarified.
That wet, red smile was back. "Among over things."
Robert cleared his throat. "I don't think I caught your name…?"
Her eyes were dark and brown and hot as a blue Bunsen flame. "That's because I didn't give it to you. So are we on for coffee, or not?"
Robert checked his watch. His wife wouldn't be home from work for about an hour. And this stranger was far more enticing, more dangerous, than Anna would ever be.
"Deal," he decided. "I'm Robert. Robert Nakamura."
The woman smiled, pushing herself up off the wall and plucking a speck of dust of her leather jacket sleeve. "There's a good place round the corner, Robert." She turned and walked out the door, not even waiting to see if he would follow. But of course, he did.
"And by the way," she called over her shoulder, quietly and softly and yet he could hear every word, "My name's Nemesis."
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Author's Note: Probably not what you all expected...but a plot-bunny came and starting nibbling my brain, so I just had to get it out of my system. I reckon this couple's relationship would be fun to explore in a longer story. Tell me what you think! Oh, yeah! Plus a little self-plug: I posted up a one-shot yesterday centring on Calypso. If you're interested in reading a mainly introspective fanfiction 5 000 words long, with one-sided Percalypso and hints of Percabeth and Hermes/Calypso, then please check out a love affair, of sorts. Thanks!
{And even though Nakamura is a Japanese surname, no Japanese given names fit, IMHO, and so I decided that Robert's parents and Ethan's grandparents were originally of Japanese origin, who moved to America and named their son the Anglo-Saxon Robert. Just to clarify.}