Chapter Seven: Evens or Odds Pt. 2
Alec felt an itch all morning. He refused to scratch it. Refused.
Refused.
At home, he slept in till eight, finally giving up and getting up, after tossing and turning all night. Since he sometimes worked until midnight, his normal routine started at ten. His bed had the best rated mattress on the market available, and normally he slept like the dead.
Not last night.
Last night, he chased something in and out of different dreams. Which again was strange since he almost never dreamed.
After a shower, Alec went to his walk in closet. He did love a carefully selected outfit. Designer brands only of course. Today he'd go for a casual day look, but at night he was required to dress up. Not that he minded.
So gray pants styled like jeans from Kiton that cost over a thousand dollars, a Ralph Lauren dark blue henley and white sneakers from Off White. A half hour in front of his bathroom mirror, carefully shaving his stubble and cleansing his face. Hair wax in his almost black wet hair, getting it to sit just so, curtain bangs carefully arranged to the side of his forehead. He held two colognes, spicy Sauvage and sweet Almond Suede, debating. Then...frowning, eyebrows drawing together, finally lip curled back, he spritzed on his usual Sauvage.
Skipping breakfast entirely. Ignoring Jonah staring moodily out the large living room window, and grabbing the keys to the jaguar.
In ten minutes he stood in front of the Six Shillings window, again...facing indecision in a way completely abnormal to his usual confidence.
Inside he could see the older brother, the lumberjack, or whoever, sitting at a table with some customers, chatting amiably. Grinning like some kind of fool.
But at the counter.....
The cashier.
His hair was down today.
Covering half of his face.
Wearing a black tshirt. Exposing knobby elbows and freckled forearms.
Alec watched him, as the cashier frowned and tucked his hair behind an ear, then finally took a rubber band from his pocket and pulled it back.
Alec wanted to go inside.
He wanted a mug of mint tea.
He wanted a croissant.
He wanted to go fuck with Andrew.
He wanted to fu...
No.
NO.
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Andrew explained to an older customer how to tap their atm card to pay. But looked up, as he spun the swiveled payment screen back for a tip, the street outside echoing with the sound of burning rubber. A silver jaguar sped past Six Shillings, definitely driving faster than the legal speed limit.
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The closed sign on the cafe door guaranteed that genius could be undisturbed. Genius in question being a young woman with a long blonde braid, sitting back, smiling tentatively at her tutor, the room still reverberating with the last notes.
"Nice job, Rachael. When you practice, make sure you take a few breaks. Stand up and stretch a little, or get some water. An hour is too long for someone your age to sit still. Piano is beautiful, and enjoyable, but don't let it feel like a burden."
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