11-20-2013, 08:14 PM
Claire's amusement continued. Who really wouldn't be flattered? Tony was stumbling all over himself, but the city-girl in her found his otherwise old-fashioned ways charming. She smiled a cashmere soft smile and gladly accepted the pen and paper, uncharacteristic for her playful ways. Seriously, 'it will ease my heart' who in the world talked like that?!
She scribbled her name and number in the corner, but before handing it back, her gaze was drawn down along the rest of the page, glancing modestly at what else was written there.
A few key words jumped out. Orobev. Visited. Sickness. and her brows furrowed confused. Despite her career-choice, Claire was actually an incredibly honest person. She studied the rest openly, going so far as to withdraw slightly so Tony wouldn't take the book away.
There was a list of names scribbled beneath a heading: ''CONFIRMED CASES OF THE SICKNESS AKA TALENT"'. With hers written in the corner, a bitter taste filled.
She cleared her throat, withholding outright judgement, but when she flipped the thing around, she was looking none too patient about hearing his explanation. There were plenty of people working at figuring out the Sickness. It was killing people like the plague. Maybe Tony was one of them?
"Orobev is a colleague of yours, huh? You a doctor too?"
On one hand, Tony seemed kind of young to be a doctor, but the lines in his face and the fatigue crimping his eyes glazed his youth an extra few years.
She scribbled her name and number in the corner, but before handing it back, her gaze was drawn down along the rest of the page, glancing modestly at what else was written there.
A few key words jumped out. Orobev. Visited. Sickness. and her brows furrowed confused. Despite her career-choice, Claire was actually an incredibly honest person. She studied the rest openly, going so far as to withdraw slightly so Tony wouldn't take the book away.
There was a list of names scribbled beneath a heading: ''CONFIRMED CASES OF THE SICKNESS AKA TALENT"'. With hers written in the corner, a bitter taste filled.
She cleared her throat, withholding outright judgement, but when she flipped the thing around, she was looking none too patient about hearing his explanation. There were plenty of people working at figuring out the Sickness. It was killing people like the plague. Maybe Tony was one of them?
"Orobev is a colleague of yours, huh? You a doctor too?"
On one hand, Tony seemed kind of young to be a doctor, but the lines in his face and the fatigue crimping his eyes glazed his youth an extra few years.