Something In The Mist (l.s.)

3

"I need to go, but have this." I said as I dug into my back pocket of my dress pants and found my business card with my telephone number on it.
I placed it into his awaiting hand.
"Thank you." he said and I quickly sauntered off, still processing what had just occurred.

It was a quiet night, no hustle and bustle on the streets and only a few odd people here and there going about doing their own thing. I wonder what their night is going like? Are they as stuck and lost in tonight as I am?
I scuttled across the road eyeing up a fashionable car (made in 1952) which I'll forever wish I could afford it was far too new though and I haven't got that kind of money in my bank.

After a lonely half an hour walk, I make it up the steps, lightly holding the black banister, and unlock the heavy door. I push it open, a sigh of relief passing my lips at the homely sight of my living room. I shrugged my blazer off of my shoulders and hung it on the coat rack before taking my nearly tied new leather shoes off and placing them almost exactly below the placement of my coat.

I trod my way up the stairs which were directly in front of me and made my way to my bedroom. A king - sized bed awaited my presence as I slipped into my pyjamas and got into my bed.

I closed my eyes, attempting to sleep, but my mind had other plans. His lips.., his slicked back luscious brown hair, his eyes...him.

But after a long battle with my mind and a half - hearted groan of annoyance, I fell asleep in a bed alone.

**

I awoke to the irritating shrill of my little alarm clock. I blindly reached a hand for it and stopped the blaring shrill. With a groan I got up, whimpering slightly at the cold air that greeted my once warm body. Lazily, I trod towards my wardrobe and listened to the god awful screech of the hangers against the metal pole as I searched for my work uniform. I liked my job, it was simple, all I have to do is provide people with food and drinks. Once I'd successfully located my uniform I changed into it and sprayed my favourite cologne over myself. I gelled my hair into an immaculate swept fringe and I headed over to the kitchen to take some medicine with a glass of water - to stop my minuscular headache from worsening. Once finished, I grabbed my keys from the petite wooden table beside the door and made my way to work - which was a twenty minute walk. I usually grabbed breakfast at the cafe - it was free of charge.

**

"Louis I need you to bring this to table 10." Tom, my colleague, said as he held forward a circular brown tray full of black coffee (ew) and a full English breakfast - classic. I took it to into my hands cautiously and made my way to table 10.

"Here you go Sir, enjoy!" I spoke gleefully making my presence known and the man placed his newspaper down on the table and peered up at me. He smiled gratefully at me as I set down the contents from the tray with skill. I gazed briefly at the man sitting across from him dressed formally (mirroring the other man).

"Yours-" he looked at me, tearing his gaze from the window.

"Harold?"