01-24-2015, 06:43 PM
As they journeyed, Enzo kept his gloves buried deep in his pockets. Despite years beyond his homeland, the harsh shrill of Moscow's winter was painful to accept. His collar was up-turned. His scarf was wrapped tight. The National was close. He did recall seeing it as he passed from the metro station toward the GUM.
The sidewalks and streets were freshly swept of snow, yet peripherally he maintained an awareness of hidden slick-spots. His eyes lingered upon other faces they passed, suspicious of everyone. Anyone could be a monster. Although certainly Emily was nothing of the sort.
She asked his profession. His mind immediately flashed through the information M. White provided. He had not the time to thoroughly study its contents, but what he had skimmed was useful. "I'm a personal banker, Mademoiselle. We are not the sort to find spending time in clubs to be entertaining. I have business there, you see."
How easily the lies came. He swallowed the subsequent shame. "I have suits, but nothing appropriate for this meeting. Moscow is a very different world than where I come from."
There was a softness in his voice not unlike the mounds of snow lining the trees. He did miss his home, of that there was no deception. "Strange how our paths take us so far from where we originally began."
He did not elaborate.
He cautiously gazed upon her. At her tallest she barely came to his shoulder. "And you mademoiselle, how are you taking to your new position as CEO?"
He smiled reassuringly. "I googled you."
He explained lest she imagine him to be some strange sort of stalker.
The sidewalks and streets were freshly swept of snow, yet peripherally he maintained an awareness of hidden slick-spots. His eyes lingered upon other faces they passed, suspicious of everyone. Anyone could be a monster. Although certainly Emily was nothing of the sort.
She asked his profession. His mind immediately flashed through the information M. White provided. He had not the time to thoroughly study its contents, but what he had skimmed was useful. "I'm a personal banker, Mademoiselle. We are not the sort to find spending time in clubs to be entertaining. I have business there, you see."
How easily the lies came. He swallowed the subsequent shame. "I have suits, but nothing appropriate for this meeting. Moscow is a very different world than where I come from."
There was a softness in his voice not unlike the mounds of snow lining the trees. He did miss his home, of that there was no deception. "Strange how our paths take us so far from where we originally began."
He did not elaborate.
He cautiously gazed upon her. At her tallest she barely came to his shoulder. "And you mademoiselle, how are you taking to your new position as CEO?"
He smiled reassuringly. "I googled you."
He explained lest she imagine him to be some strange sort of stalker.