We're all just ticking time bombs
Mid-bite, Falke smiles around his toasted sandwich and nod vigorously, dipping his head to one side in an abbreviated ‘please sit.’ Of course she is welcome, the seat is empty! He quickly chews his way through that mouthful, surreptitiously glancing at the woman from the corner of his eye. People didn’t often call him ‘dear,’ and her tone is enough to give him enough pause. Unable to put a finger on exactly what intrigues him, Falke swallows and then turns a bit towards her, bright and curious despite the hour.
“What keeps you out tonight?” he asks, setting the sandwich down for a moment. A tired, slightly harried looking man comes out of the doorway to the newest client and asks what he can get her, impatience dripping from the notepad and pen he’s poised to write with.
“What keeps you out tonight?” he asks, setting the sandwich down for a moment. A tired, slightly harried looking man comes out of the doorway to the newest client and asks what he can get her, impatience dripping from the notepad and pen he’s poised to write with.
FALKE
