Thread: Reunion (princess pesch & Vyrania)

Abe was quick to assure Mr. Clark in a courteous manner that their service would be the best, and that he would have the brandy brought up immediately. A tingling sensation ran from his finger tips down his spine, there was a sense of excited tension rising from the thought of recognition. While it might be nice to meet an old face in unfamiliar setting he wished it was under better circumstances. The casual run in the coffee shop with the lull of jazz music in the background, hot coffee in their hands. Or a jog through the park, early morning their brisk legs carrying them down the path while some playlist buzzed in their ear - passing with would be seconds but it only took a second to see a face stop and call out to them. It was easy to imagine a different scenario of meeting a stranger that was familiar, but meeting someone at your own job... Not to say that it was a bad job, but it was obvious with Abe's age that this was the bottom - younger men started off in this position the only guys working here at his age had put in years of loyal service. Being dressed up didn't help matters, it just didn't suit him. He was a big guy, the kinda guy that could have been on foot ball teams and tackled some unlucky bastard down. His face was long shaped well when paired with a well trimmed beard it carried his smiles with charm, while his grey eyes with almond slivers brightened with sincerity. There was still youth in him, or the illusion of it - moment where he sat or stood and there he was the young wreckless teenage tank and then it was gone again. There was a list started in his head checking off just about anyone he had known through out his life - most didn't add up because he was so young and that was the factor that was throwing him. He almost gave up seeing as they were approaching the doors and his duty would end when they reached the guest service desk to check in. As he grasped the door handle and pulled it open stepping aside to watch the desk a sudden memory went right through, back when he had his house, years ago opening the door for a young boy. It wasn't to say that he had forgotten this boy, in his heart there had been a deep impression a joy that had come and gone so quick that it had faded into something to only think about in passing. But that couldn't be him - could it ? Just as Jamie was passing through the door he gave him a quick glance over but it was the blue eyes and the way he stared a head as if wanting to disappear. That same look he had seen so many times when Jamie's parents had fought, when he had found himself in his living room, or sitting out side on his porch. Just wanting to disappear. He hesitated for just a moment but decided he would fall in line with the youth as Mr. Clark reached the desk he hoped he wouldn't over hear him speaking to his guest. Licking his lips he tried his best to give a polite smile - but given that this was Jamie or not he hadn't been recognized or so it seemed so he was more nervous than anything to approach him. Excuse me, I know this might sound - well, crazy... he started trying not to gesture as he rooted himself momentarily next to the guest ready to bolt out the door. But you - you look like someone I know. he thought this might prod the other into revealing himself but he felt compelled to say it before they could answer, You - you wouldn't happen to be little Jamie, the young boy who lived next door back on cress hill lane would you? why he had to be specific with the details was beyond him, maybe he figured if he had said it it would jog some memory loose but now he just sound a little weird and things would be awkward one way or another. His throat tightened and his hands fiddled - maybe this was a bad idea?