@petewxyz saidFrom his table at the fashionable Metropol restaurant, Richard had a perfect view of people walking up and down the small street connected to Bayswater Road. For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit. "A lunch date perhaps", he thought, trying to recall when he last had one.
For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit.
14 Apr 20
@torunn saidFrom his table at the fashionable Metropol restaurant, Richard had a perfect view of people walking up and down the small street connected to Bayswater Road. For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit. "A lunch date perhaps", he thought, trying to recall when he last had one.
From his table at the fashionable Metropol restaurant, Richard had a perfect view of people walking up and down the small street connected to Bayswater Road. For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit. "A lunch date perhaps", he thought, trying to recall when he last had one.
"Richard, sorry, the traffic was horrendous" for an instant the familiar voice felt intrusive. He felt embarrassed to be caught off guard with so much at stake and covered his tracks with a somewhat overzealous greeting.
@petewxyz saidAt that moment, the woman in the smart suit entered the restaurant, hesitated for a second but continued towards him.
From his table at the fashionable Metropol restaurant, Richard had a perfect view of people walking up and down the small street connected to Bayswater Road. For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit. "A lunch date perhaps", he thought, trying to recall when he last had ...[text shortened]... caught off guard with so much at stake and covered his tracks with a somewhat overzealous greeting.
14 Apr 20
@torunn saidFrom his table at the fashionable Metropol restaurant, Richard had a perfect view of people walking up and down the small street connected to Bayswater Road. For a moment he was captivated by the purposeful walk of a young woman, dressed for a working lunch with a determined look and a smart tailored suit. "A lunch date perhaps", he thought, trying to recall when he last had one.
At that moment, the woman in the smart suit entered the restaurant, hesitated for a second but continued towards him.
"Richard, sorry, the traffic was horrendous" for an instant the familiar voice felt intrusive. He felt embarrassed to be caught off guard with so much at stake and covered his tracks with a somewhat overzealous greeting. At that moment, the woman in the smart suit entered the restaurant, hesitated for a second but continued towards him. When Brian had mentioned an investor who might yet save the company this was not the meeting Richard had imagined, he realised he had been knocked sideways, he was sobered by the thought that perhaps that had been Brian's intention.
The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand, and a bar of chocolate.
(Plagiarised from my favourite novel, The Invisible Man , by H. G. Wells)
