Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 1, 2012 17:29:47 GMT -5
New York.
Sitting at the table of one of the many cafes of the street, Francis was looking lazily out of the window. The sky was hidden by the tall buildings that occupied the view, but the last time the man had looked up it was covered in grey clouds, and the situation hadn't probably changed since then.
To confirm his guess, the first dark rain drops soon started pointing the sidewalk, making the people walking there hurry for a shelter or an umbrella.
Francis looked and sipped his tea, sitting comfortably in his chair. He didn't care much for the weather - he didn't care much about anything, right now.
The very fact that he was now sitting in a café in New York was an amazing thing in itself, since the trip hadn't be planned at all. It just happened: a friend of his had already booked hotel and flight, but at the last moment he had family stuff happening - he hadn't been very clear about that - and everything had resulted in Francis getting the ticket and the hotel reservation for half of the price.
A couple of days after, he was in New York, with no idea about what to do.
He didn't mind this state of things, though. He was already convinced that he needed to go away from Paris, he was only waiting for the right chance to. And apparently, the chance had happened.
However, he wasn't sure about how to use his time, now. He had already been in New York a couple of times, and although he did like the city quite a lot, he wasn't in any touristic mood right now.
He didn't have anyone to call either - which didn't mean he didn't know anyone in the city, just... yeah. Nobody he could call out of the blue.
Actually, it had occurred to him that he had relatives there. He was pretty sure Matthew had mentioned he had moved in New York, at some point. Francis might even had had the phone number, somewhere, but it was currently nowhere to be found in his adress book nor computer - and given the hurry he had left Paris in, he hadn't checked properly at home either.
He had Matthew's email, though - or, at least, he had one email address that definitely had belonged to Matt at the time when he used to send him silly pictures of their holidays together.
Francis wondered if he was still using it, or if it had gone forgotten like it used to happen with most of the silly adresses one made as a teenager and that got replaced as soon as real life required you to have a serious name.surname @ something address to give to your employer.
Nevertheless, one of the first things he had done one once in New York had been writing Matthew a short email, the gist of which consisted in seeing if his nephew still remembered about him, and that ended with his cellphone number, just in case Matthew was in the mood to hang out with him.
He lazily looked at his phone, thanking Starbucks for the wifi it was kindly offering him. He wasn't really waiting for any message, just checking the email out of boredom: having already finished the book he had taken with him that day, the rest of the afternoon seemed pretty empty and gloomy.
[[tried to stay as general as possible, tell me if you want anything changed! Also, sorry for the lame title, eh]]
Sitting at the table of one of the many cafes of the street, Francis was looking lazily out of the window. The sky was hidden by the tall buildings that occupied the view, but the last time the man had looked up it was covered in grey clouds, and the situation hadn't probably changed since then.
To confirm his guess, the first dark rain drops soon started pointing the sidewalk, making the people walking there hurry for a shelter or an umbrella.
Francis looked and sipped his tea, sitting comfortably in his chair. He didn't care much for the weather - he didn't care much about anything, right now.
The very fact that he was now sitting in a café in New York was an amazing thing in itself, since the trip hadn't be planned at all. It just happened: a friend of his had already booked hotel and flight, but at the last moment he had family stuff happening - he hadn't been very clear about that - and everything had resulted in Francis getting the ticket and the hotel reservation for half of the price.
A couple of days after, he was in New York, with no idea about what to do.
He didn't mind this state of things, though. He was already convinced that he needed to go away from Paris, he was only waiting for the right chance to. And apparently, the chance had happened.
However, he wasn't sure about how to use his time, now. He had already been in New York a couple of times, and although he did like the city quite a lot, he wasn't in any touristic mood right now.
He didn't have anyone to call either - which didn't mean he didn't know anyone in the city, just... yeah. Nobody he could call out of the blue.
Actually, it had occurred to him that he had relatives there. He was pretty sure Matthew had mentioned he had moved in New York, at some point. Francis might even had had the phone number, somewhere, but it was currently nowhere to be found in his adress book nor computer - and given the hurry he had left Paris in, he hadn't checked properly at home either.
He had Matthew's email, though - or, at least, he had one email address that definitely had belonged to Matt at the time when he used to send him silly pictures of their holidays together.
Francis wondered if he was still using it, or if it had gone forgotten like it used to happen with most of the silly adresses one made as a teenager and that got replaced as soon as real life required you to have a serious name.surname @ something address to give to your employer.
Nevertheless, one of the first things he had done one once in New York had been writing Matthew a short email, the gist of which consisted in seeing if his nephew still remembered about him, and that ended with his cellphone number, just in case Matthew was in the mood to hang out with him.
He lazily looked at his phone, thanking Starbucks for the wifi it was kindly offering him. He wasn't really waiting for any message, just checking the email out of boredom: having already finished the book he had taken with him that day, the rest of the afternoon seemed pretty empty and gloomy.
[[tried to stay as general as possible, tell me if you want anything changed! Also, sorry for the lame title, eh]]