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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 25, 2012 14:03:34 GMT -5
Francis nodded, approving of the fact that Eduard had decided to go along with what he had suggested. Then again, there was no way the boy could had gone wrong even if he had chosen any other dish from the list, of course.
"We'll have some white wine!" he decided for both, gesturing towards the waiter who hurried towards them to take their orders. Francis spoke to him in French, and the waiter nodded with a polite smile before disappearing back into the restaurant.
"You don't get the real gist of France until you don't sip our wine." he explained, leaning with his back on the chair with a satisfied sigh. "This has been a lucky encounter for me, you know? Otherwise, I would probably have skipped lunch or ended up eating at some unreasonable hour later tonight, instead of sitting here and tasting their delicious food." he told to the younger man cheerfully. "Oh, but I'm talking definitely too much, am I. Please, do tell something about yourself!" he encouraged "So, what brings you here in the big, golden heart of France?"
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 25, 2012 14:25:08 GMT -5
Eduard listened quietly and watched as the Frenchman was speaking to the waiter.He agreed with Francis's assessment that he wouldn't get the gist of France until he would have some of the wine. After all, the country was quite well renown for this among other food and drink related things.
He guessed that this would be a lucky encounter for himself as well. If Eduard hadn't met Francis, chances are that the bespectacled man probably wouldn't have eaten for quite a long time. Maybe only snacking sometime late at night. When being told to tell the other man about himself, Eduard paused slightly. He wondered what to say and how to say it.
"Well," he began somewhat cautiously."I had gotten to see a few shows as a bit of a reward from my job and was encouraged to see the city as well outside of that. I've always kind of read about Paris..but it's really something to be visiting here." He was still trying to think of things to say about himself. This wasn't something he was really used to at all. He could talk about interests, or his job..or his penchant for traveling in general. But why specifically Paris? It turned out to be a bit more difficult of a question than he thought it would be. But a lot of situations ended up like that for the Estonian.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 30, 2012 12:35:42 GMT -5
Francis leant onwards to listen to Eduard. The boy seemed shy, as if he wasn't sure about what he could say. The Frenchman wondered if he shouldn't have asked about him; then again, it had been just a way to start a conversation.
"So you're here for your job?" he inquired "That sounds nice! I've always loved when you're required to travel for work. That makes work less though, mh?" he commented, leaning backwards again when the waiter came back with their glasses of wine. After having placed them on the table, he left immediately, assuring the customers that the omelettes were going to be served in a few minutes.
"I used to travel quite a lot for work as well." Francis added, sipping a bit of his wine. "Europe, the US a couple of times... I've always been grateful to my job for this. They were never real holidays, but at least I got to see some world and making money out of it." he chuckled. "Not that money was the important thing, that is."
He wondered whether that small thing they had in common would help Eduard to be more at ease. After all, they were just having a simple lunch outside, there was no need to be too nervous.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 30, 2012 21:46:15 GMT -5
"Well, I'm here because I do well at my job and it provides me with opportunities to travel and work. Enjoy myself and be productive. Guess, it's how they keep an employee happy. It seems to be working pretty well for me," he replied with a small grin. He did enjoy what he did and was glad that he was skilled at it. After all, he got some pretty good perks as a result of it.
The bespectacled man took note when the wine arrived and started to sip at his glass himself. It was very good indeed as he paused to think over briefly. There was a reason the French had a reputation for this. "Yes.. I understand that. It's not exactly a holiday but sometimes I'm able to make a bit of one whenever I get to travel. Always seems to be worth the time."
He started to relax a little as he continued to sip at his wine. He couldn't help but hum slightly as he enjoyed the drink. It wasn't much and he wasn't one to get affected by drink easily. But being more relaxed, a slight melodic hum could be heard coming from the Estonian like it was really no unusual feat to do so.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 2, 2012 5:01:08 GMT -5
Francis nodded. The boy was probably one of those very skilled, young employees who were probably going to have a very fast and brilliant career in front of them. "Sounds like you must be the pride of your employer... whoever he is. What do you do, by the way?" Just as he couldn't guess his country of origin, he couldn't guess his job either. Had he been in a flirtatious mood, he would have probably tried to guess that detail in order to flatter the other, but given that this was a really relaxed talk, he didn't feel like risking to result being a jerk of some kind.
He was slightly surprised and amused by the fact that the other started humming at some point. After all, the wine, even if the boy hadn't had enough to get drunk, obviously, seemed to have done its work to relax him a bit. Oh, the miracles that divine nectar could do!
Then the waiter showed up again, with their plats in the tray this time, and Francis hummed too, already anticipating his meal.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Apr 2, 2012 8:37:22 GMT -5
Eduard was willing to talk a bit more freely at this point. At least, now that he felt a bit more comfortable talking. He knew it only took the smallest of things to relax him from time to time. And it also helped that he had been getting out more. More exposure to social situations had made the Estonian a little more accustomed to saying things about himself even if he could still be reserved initially.
"One could definitely say that I am. I program software for several companies. Whoever needs something done can contact me, it'll get accomplished professionally and quickly." He explained his career simply but there was an undertone that implied he was definitely glad to be doing what he was doing. He wasn't necessarily arrogant by any means but if he had confidence in only one thing, it was in his expertise in his chosen field.
He had nearly finished his drink by the time the waiter showed up again. He couldn't wait to try this omelette. Surely it would be delicious and complimented very well with this wine.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 7, 2012 7:10:55 GMT -5
"Oooh, I see." Francis nodded. Well, he could well imagine Eduard working behind a computer, programming... softwares. Francis wasn't entirely sure what "programming softwares" involved, but he could picture the younger man working at this desktop the whole day, his glasses on, fingers running quickly on the keyboard. After all, it was a job that fit him, he guessed. Besides, despite his initial shyness, Eduard really sounded self-confident talking about his job, and that surely was a good thing for someone as young as he seemed.
Francis took a bit of his omelette, happy to discover that the taste was delicious as he remembered. "It's nice to see young people who are so happy about their jobs!" he said "Nowadays most of them keep whining about everything." he shrugged with a smile. "When I was your age, I used to be enthusiastic of my job too... ah! But I'm talking like I was your grandfather, sorry for this. I'm hopefully not that much older than you are." he chuckled, his attention back to his omelette again.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Apr 7, 2012 19:09:56 GMT -5
Eduard grinned in return before taking a bite of his omelette. And indeed it was most delicious in ways that he was having quite a difficult time describing. For a moment he just had to stop and marvel to himself at just how good it tasted. It wasn't often some kind of food could make him do that, no matter how good it was. It had to be simply..divine so to speak in order to have any more than an appreciative "Mmm" come out of his mouth.
"Hmm I can understand that, I definitely know a few people that are somewhat dissatisfied about their jobs. I'm just really appreciative to be doing something that I really enjoy. Sorry, if it seems like I might be repeating myself. It's just something that's rather important to me." He ran his hand through his hair quickly. A brief nervous habit really but something the did especially if he was feeling a bit sheepish. Heh, perhaps you might not be.. though I am twenty-one." He answered the thought about age quietly. He knew that sometimes he looked even younger than that but he didn't dwell on it opting to enjoy this omelette.
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