encounter

Walking down a roughly serene environment of hazy moisted streets enhanced by all indoor light possible, F. encountered a familiar 5-stars habitation. Something at the back of his mind reminded him of something, so he proceeded inside.

To put it straightforward, he never even had an image of a thought of how a suite there could look like. Instead, the place offered quite a restaurant with acceptable digestion filling, and a nice bar as a center of his attention. Plus, live music every Friday, 10PM, free entrance (for guests, which he broadly skipped as well as any other possible precaution). And this time he headed towards the counter to kill another hour or two with a single malt, as always.

“ It suits you just right”, said a voice nearby.

“Pardon?” F. turned his head. “I mean, who’s this anyway?”

He stirred his head for a moment seeking for the source of the sound. It apparently belonged to a slim figure in a fancy suit of aubergine hue, who was leaning on the end of a table holding a Nat Sherman. The stranger (or habitue, to be correct) put a mild smile on their face and approached F.

“What a boring audience tonight and here you are, looking just about to smash someone and break this idyll”. Then, pointing at themselves, added: “A possibly useful acquaintance. Want one?”

F. nodded, although he had a rather firm conviction about what he preferred to smoke.

“I was just about to spend time on my own but that’s not happening, I guess”, he grumbled.

The person smiled wider and let a semi opaque puff.

“No rest for the weary, eh? Here, let me prove myself.”

“To hell with you”, said F. and shove his face into a glass.

“We’ll go there later.”